I had a dream that my six year old self came to me from the past. I didn’t seem like myself at six. My six year old self was behaving soft spoken and bashful, kinda. I remember me being energetic, talkative, pretty spoiled, smiling a lot, and with a big head. Perhaps I was bashful when it came to certain people.I do remember that.
I asked my six year old self something personal, and my six year old self gave me the answer. I wanted to somehow go back to the past and tell my family about it so it could be dealt with, but realized it would ruin the future…I wouldn’t be who I am today.
So the child returns back wherever it came from, and I look towards this laptop…and it’s him, growing older and older. He becomes grown and I see him dancing(I don’t dance), then he grows older and he became a preacher or motivational speaker. I perceived this as an alternate timeline.Perhaps maybe it wasn’t me, maybe it was someone a lot like me, or someone close to me.
This song popped up in my head, listen to the lyrics.