And yet a recognized and respected psychic recently told me that I was a psychic, myself.
Me? No way.
But how can I explain that my dreams come true. Not once, not recently. But on and on during my whole life. Ever since I was a teenager, I noticed that scary fact.
It all started when I was fifteen and a hard working A-student. After studying for hours the day before an exam, I would dream about the questions on the test and shared them with my classmates when I came to the classroom. Imagine my surprise when all the questions I dreamed about appeared on the exam sheet. When that strange thing repeated itself several times, all my friends believed in my dreams more than I did and gathered around me on exam morning to ask about the questions and quickly reviewed the subjects of interest. When I went to college, I didn’t reveal my special gift although it continued.
After I graduated and had no more exams to pass, my dreams and premonitions changed. I dreamed of people I knew. I saw deceased relatives calling family member or friends, and I woke up with cold sweats knowing they would die soon. Unfortunately, they passed away a few days after I saw them in my sleep.
The accuracy of my dreams terrifies me. They happen sporadically, at the least expected moment, and in the morning I always have that special feeling that the scene played in my subconscious was a prediction rather than a dream.
Does that phenomenon happen to any one of you?
Do you believe in dreams, cards, mark of coffee?
From where do you get the inspiration for your paranormal stories?
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