Good word prompt this morning:
I had a dream last night about a guy called Joe Latimer who kept buying me dresses.
Two things to note: I don’t know a Joe, Latimer or otherwise, and I don’t wear dresses, let alone allow anyone to buy them for me.
Here’s the thing though: Hubby knew a guy called Latimer, but only ever by that, not his first name, way before we met. What a coincidence, but hardly a premonition.
I read once that everyone has a sense of ESP to an extent but most of us tend to quash and ignore it rather than explore and develop it.
I think we have all had feelings at one time or another of having been somewhere before when we know we haven’t, know someone on sight yet have never met, and feel bad vibes about certain places .
As a teenager I went through the usual knowing who was on the end of the phone before answering way before the days of call ID, and knowing my way around strange towns.
Hubby trusts my instincts though, and if I say I don’t want to go in a particular direction on a drive or a walk, usually we don’t go that way. Once if we had, we would have been caught up in a severe traffic jam following an accident that hadn’t hit the news yet.
Nothing worse than a traffic report of road delays coming across on the radio and you have a first hand view as you’re right in the thick of it.