A Dream of Psychics

I had a dream.

A psychic was calling me. I knew it was a psychic for some strange reason. I hung up or pressed the hang up icon (aka disconnect/off for some reason always represented by a red button) on my cel phone. Well, you're not really hanging up on a person but it will make it go automatically to voicemail. So I immediately dial my Voicemail to see what he had to say.

He says he'd like to speak with me in an eager pleasant way...unwelcomed pleasantry for me. It scared me to think what he wanted to speak to me about or worse affirming what I already knew. Thoughts of a smug Eddie in Leave it to Beaver come to mind.

I woke up. Just like one to be vague and leave you hanging with predictions like death is in your horizon...Death is on all our horizons! How did I know who was calling me? I'm trying to tell myself something that I don't want to know is my interpretation. It was 4am. Damn psychics. Calling all hours of the night.