I love these things. No not the imaginary things that used to hide under our beds or in our closets. I'm talking about the energy drinks.
And boy do I chug the down. Now I know I know. They aren't good for you, they can cause heart problems, yada-yada-yay. But true be told, I don't really care.
I mean, I do, but I don't.
{Drink responsibly}
That's my Monster motto.
Anyways...
While I'm in a good mood, I might as well fess up. It's been on my mind, changed the way I look at things, and made me very wary about which books I pick out to read.
I have premonitions.
I'm not a superstitious person, and I am a Christian. But nothing I have found (so far) says that it's ungodly to have them. I truely hope it's not or I'm royally screwed.
Moving on!
I've had several that I can recall. And 1 that has yet to come true.
1. I had a dream. It was creepy and I hate re-living it. But it was a mixture of things, from me running in a swamp at dark, to a scene. The scene was a kitchen. It was black and white. It was light by a single bulb in the middle of the room. There was a little girl sitting in front of a fridge. Then the lights shut off, and all you heard was crunching. A strange crunching. And i just knew" the little girl was crunching on bones. The fridge door opens, casting light into the room, and all you see is blood spattered everywhere.
I had this dream when I was about 14. When I was 16 a story came out on the news for the first time, that 20 years earlier, this really happened. I dreamed of something that had yet to be shown to the public.
2. This truly happened. One day last summer, my mom and I were home alone. My dad was at my god parents house. He had been there all day. Well, at about 6, I start getting this horrible feeling. I kept going back and forth from my room to the living room, asking when daddy would be home, and where was he, and saying it was getting late. This feeling kept getting worse. About 9-10 pm we get a call. My godfather had had a few beers, and stood up. All the sudden he fell face first into the concrete carport. They rushed him to the hospital. He had a severe concussion as a result. My dad was all tore up about it. We didn't get home till 1 am. I finally told my mom then that i had had a really bad feeling that something was going to happen. And I was right. She told me to NEVER ignore my premonitions again.
3. This happened last week. I was reading a book that I had been dying to read. It's Before I fall by Lauren Oliver. Well, it's about how a girl gets into a car wreck and keeps living her last day over and over. From the moment I started reading it, it gave me a really weird feeling. At about halfway through the book, I stopped reading it, and when I put the book down, I was shaking. It was tearing up my nerves that bad, and giving me a bad feeling. That day, I learned that a car wreck had happened. A boy from our school hydroplaned, and hit another car that held another boy from our school's sister and her kid (I think). The guy that hydroplaned was air lifted to the hospital, and the girl and little kid died on the scene.
When I finally put 2 and 2 together, I almost lost it. Because I had a feeling somehting bad would happen and I didn't tell anyone.
4. When I was about 7 I had a dream that my Pappaw, who has asthma, and I were walking down a pier. There were boats tied up on either side, and I slipped out of his hand and started running towards a gumball machine. When I turned back, my Pappaw was gone. I ran screaming back to where I saw him last, and I saw his head bob above the water for a second. I was screaming, and trying to get to him, but I couldn't. He slipped under the water, and was gone.
My Pappaw always explained asthma to me as though you were a fish out of water. You basically suffocated. This dream still haunts me, because I believe that my Pappaw will die of an asthma attack, and I won't be able to help him. I pray this doesn't really come true.
I have a way of sensing if something's off about a person or situation. Like I've had men come up to me before, look perfectly harmless, but they totally creeped me out. So I moved away from them. Sure enough, if i watched them, they generally looked up to no good. Or if someone's sneaking up on me, I can sense it.
I don't know how to handle these things. My mom had them too, when she was younger. She dreamed of my Aunt Sue's death. Exactly how it would play out, and sure enough, my Aunt died at the age of 18 the way my mom saw she would.
What do I do??? Seek help? Talk to somebody about them?? What? I'm at a loss.
