The Sibling I Never Met
When I was about 12, I had a very vivid dream that I was at the funeral of a young child, but no one could see me. At some point in the dream, I figured out that that child was my older sibling, but as far as I knew, I was the eldest.
I woke up raving to my dad about “being there,” and that “I saw them bury the older one” before falling back to sleep. I remember my parents being extremely shaken up when I woke up again. That’s when they revealed the awful truth to me.
My mom had had a miscarriage a couple of years before I was born. She had never told me that before, and it really freaked me out. To this day, I get a little creeped out when my dreams are a little more vivid than normal. Story credit: Reddit