Hi and welcome to my story, sorry if this isn't put together super well but im only 14 and im sure my writing will improve as i go. Feel free to read on about how this story came to be but it's not relevant to the story so no hard feelings if you skip it.
My mom pushed me to start reading young at about three and at the age of 5 i started to read these books called Cam Jansen which were about a girl who had photographic memory and would use it to solve mysteries and started to realize that maybe me and my idol at the time were not that different. Now don;t get me wrong, when it comes to tests for school I can't remember a single thing when the time comes, but give me any date and I can't tell you what I ate for breakfast lunch and dinner and what we did that day. I soon realized that this skill also worked for my dreams, though not as well, it was a couple days before my sixth birthday when i was telling my mom about my crazy dream and she seemed surprised at how well i remembered each detail of the dream when i first woke up and encouraged me to start writing my dreams down. A few months ago a friend of mine came over, he picked up one of my old dream journals(i have more than 10 now) and started to flip through thinking it was my diary. He said, "I didn't know you wrote books" and I replied with a confused look and a classic "what" i explained to him how those were my dreams and he persuaded me to start turning them into books so here we are. I hope you enjoy it.