I was in bed and randomly rolled over and looked out my window and there it was a mans bloody and cut up face then it was just gone.
Now the reason for me not knowing if it was reality or a dream is that 2 days later the exact face that I saw in my window came knocking at my parents door for help because he had just fallen on the train tracks across from our house and split his face. We later found out he was on a day pass from the mental hospital not far from our house. We never did find out why it was our place he came to.
But I was happy that he did. It was that day that I realized that all the small things that I would see and dream that would happen were not all my imagination after all and that I had some kind of sense but I'm not sure exactly what I would call that sense but now at the age of 39 it still happens.
I will dream it will happen I will be having a convo with someone and by the time I get home something from that convo has happened or I run into the same person we were saying we had not seen in years. I don't know what to make of it.
I've been having a lot of different thing happen since then. If you enjoy this one let me know and I could give you all another.
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