Dream: The thing no one can explain

There once was a boy who 4-5 years ago met a girl. The girls name was Emma. The boy started dreaming of her, but it was not a nice dream. He dreamed of death, anger and murder. Eventually the boy ended up in love with the Emma, and she with him. They went out, loving the other. However, the boy still had the dream. They went out for a whole year, but they had got bored of the other. The girl left as far as he could, considering that their parents were best friends. Straight after the girl was gone, his mother gave birth to a little girl. The brother and sister hit off before they even left the hospital. That night, the boy had the same dream, but this time Emma was dying, not someone they knew. For the next two years the boy continued having this dream, in fact it steadily became worse. Now it has been almost 5 years and roughly the boy has the dream about once a week, in general. Eventually he wanted help with this dream, telling his father, who didn’t take much notice really. The dream started getting more frequent. Finally the boy looked up help on the Internet. His reply came as followed: I bet you are a kind, generous boy who is always welcome. But this is not the real you. You lust for fighting, you lust for the buzz of danger, you live for what you cannot have. About your sister, I would bet my rank on it that you are afraid to loose her. You fight people who you think pose a threat to her. . .

The dream didn’t stop, but it didn’t get any worse either. The dream is now as followed: I am walking down pier like settings, fog and spooky mist everywhere. I’m walking with my ex-girlfriend Emma, of whom I no longer know. I walk off to get something, I still don’t know what this thing is yet. When I come back she is dead, no blood, no physical injuries. A figure is standing over her, the figure is I.

Yes, the boy is me. And if any of you have any, and I mean any sort of theory about this dream. Please review telling me it. Or if you have an opinion maybe it doesn’t matter. Just write and walk. Thank you.