Dreaming of my future

When I dream about my future I dream about everything that might happen from day to day. I dream about my future from next year to my death. When I dream about my future I see it as reading a book, because I see it as it was really happening right now. And everynight when I fall asleep the next chapter plays into my head. I always seem to go back where I left off from the night before. Right now I’m not sure what chapter I’m on, because I haven’t been paying that much attention. I only think about what’s going on. I pay attention to the people and surroundings in my dream. I pay attention to the sounds and movements that are happening. I pay attention to how I am living my life through my eye point of view and what people are saying to me. It’s like I use all five of my senses, because in my dream it’s reality. I’ve been dreaming of my future a lot lately. For like the last two weeks. Which I find it weird, because I’ve never really dreamed of my life before. I’ve always had some kind of unreal dream that I know for a fact that it would never really happen. Like some silly way of the world ending, mud monsters chasing me, falling into a volcano, or even being born in the ocean where I live my whole life. Since I see my future as a book I feel like I could really write a book about my future. I’m not much of a writer anymore though. I’ve always wanted to be a writer when I was younger, but I kind of gave up on that dream. I’m still pretty good at coming up with ideas for writing a story, but not a good as I once was.