When I was 7 years old I had a dream that I was in my house in New York and what stood out in this dream, was the fact that everything in my room was exactly where it should have been. Usually when I had a dream of my room something would be different. In the dream I felt really sick and was sweating profusely, my first instinct was to get to my mother. So I started to get up I blacked out and woke up in my bed, at this point I thought I was awake and thought to myself "what a weird dream". I still felt sick so I started to get up again but this time as my feet touched the floor i woke up back in my bed. This process happened sequentially about 6 or 7 times that night. Each time i got closer to my mother i would have to wake up and try again, i didn't actually wake up until i made contact with my mom. When i finally did awake i had to go to my mom again in reality this time around and i did end up being sick 103 fever.