So I'll begin with a bit of knowledge on myself. I have been given a few "gifts". Although they are usually more like curses. I'll explain a bit about this one. I have a sort of psychic "sight" for things past, present, and future. For example they can be dreams or even split seconds of visions while performing every day tasks. Going down the highway I can tell you who will be in a car crash and how many will die.
On to my story. When I was a child I lived in a rental home,a very grand beautiful one. I had never seen our landlord,ever. Eventually times got better and so did money and we bought our own house and that's when the dreams started. I remember standing in the living room area of the rental home but I was almost movie like,the way I saw the man. He had sandy brown hair. He was short but built for a guy his size. No facial hair, no glasses or anything else really. I was watching this man weep intensely holding something in his hand. Later in the dream I found it to be a pistol. Now in this living room there were can lights in the ceiling close to a wall where the couch,and the man, sat. In this dream the man continued to cry profusely. He then took the pistol an put it in his mouth and blew his brains all over the wall and ceiling,and can lights. And then I would wake up.
Years went by and eventually I gave up on figuring out what that dream ment. Until one day my mom told me our old landlord had committed suicide. A cold shiver tickle it's way down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I began describing him perfectly even though I never saw him in my life. My mother asked how I knew what he looked like and I told her my reoccurring dream.
It was without a doubt him. And there wasn't a thing I could have done.
Goes to show how this can be a curse.
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