Time and time again, I have the weirdest sensations. I honestly believe I have a sixth sense. Premonition, gut feeling, odd dream, call it whatever you want.
They don't come often, but when they do, the results are inevitably correct.
Last night I had the strangest dream--or was it a beautiful nightmare?
Squeeze me?
It was about work. I have many dreams of work. When you have two lives, home and work, it is inevitable you will dream of both. But my dream showed many things. Upheaval. Change. Death. I know...sounds sadistic. Sometimes I choose to tell people, sometimes I refrain. Old cultural folklore demands one not to reveal premonitions before or after they happen.
Today when I came to work, I heard about upheaval, change and death. All in that order.
I want to brush off the sixth sense.
I'm learning not to be rattled.
But it lives within me, as a warning and sometimes a guide. It follows me during the day and haunts me at night.
Release me...sometimes knowing is too much.
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