It’s a little known fact, aside from close friends knowing, that I’m pretty intuitive. I get weird/accurate gut feelings about situations, I manifest people and items quickly, and I’m pretty good at those flash cards Venkman tests those kids with at the beginning of Ghostbusters.
But last night was extra woo-woo. I had a dream that my aunt slipped while out in the snow and had to go to the emergency room. She had to be hooked up to breathing machines, have X-rays, etc.
Pretty simple dream. Short and weird. I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep and dreamt that I was a French duck-lawyer, trying to solve my case.
I forgot about the dream and went to work. It wasn’t until later this afternoon, when my mom texted me to say that my aunt (same accident-prone dream aunt) was in the emergency room, that I remembered it. She had to get her lungs checked out and do breathing tests for an injury she got while out in the snow.
What’s also weird is that I curled my hair and now I smell like burnt fur. I can’t wait to charm all the boys.
Anyways, peace-love-and duck-lawyers!
Lolo von Quackenthecases.