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What did you mean in your ghost post when you said “wouldn’t be the first time a dream wasn’t a dream”?

Girl you be having visions or something??

(can you do one for me because bitch, I need help 😂)

Also I am so sorry for your loss, especially with the anniversary coming up. That must have made the holidays hard the last few years 😔

I’m at peace with it today, oddly. The loss. It’s been 2 years now, and I’ve been dreading today ever since the calendar changed to December, but today came and…nothing. Peace, calmness, relaxation. It’s been much needed.

Now, on to the dreams.

I wouldn’t say I have like, visions or premonitions. Just weird things happen sometimes that correlate to waking life.

The best example I can give you is several, oddly enough, Christmases ago. I don’t remember what I dreamt before it, but I woke to a sharp pain and what sounded like a gunshot. It was just after 2am, and my heart was pounding and the sound echoed in my head. I rubbed my chest where I had the pain and was just so confused.

When we were gathered around waiting to start opening presents, I mentioned it to my parents. My dad had worked a 24hr shift and got off at 7 that morning, and he gave my mom a strange look when I mentioned the sound and pain. It turns out that at 2am in his coverage area, 2 brothers were shot. In the chests. DOA.

To say I was spooked is an understatement. My parents, especially my mom, didn’t call me crazy or anything like that, because she’s had similar experiences. For example: if someone is heavily on her mind, she reaches out to them and sure enough, they’re in a bad way, in the hospital, or have died suddenly. She also used to see a blue flash of light at the corner of her eye while on the road, and sure enough a cop would be ahead. Usually this only happened when speeding was envolved. Once, after my parents married, it was a red flash. Sure enough, a couple miles ahead a wreck had happened with an engulfed vehicle, and fire and EMS was on the scene. It doesn’t happen as often anymore, just occasionally. I think it’s sorta been passed down to me, but in a different way. I’ll get a strange feeling and ask whoever’s driving how fast they’re going. Usually they’re speeding, and I mention slowing down. Whether they heed my advice or not, a cop isn’t too far ahead. Came in handy riding with my best friend to and from school in high school; he always sped.

Anyway, that’s my family weirdness!