This is a late entry guys. I'm so sorry this weekend has been a busy whirlwind complete with a trip to the E.R. ugh. For now , on to more pleasant topics. When I was a preteen I dreamed that a boy I went to school with was hit by a car. The very next day I came to find out this was true. I'd been told by my Mother, my family had a history of the sight. But there's nothing like experiencing it first hand. Coincidence or supernatural means? You be the judge.