Then I drank this.
I had nightmares later on that night that my younger brother was shot in the face and killed. Fuckin' horrible since my brother and I are pretty close. So I called him the next afternoon to report what had gone through my head. The conversation went like this.
Me: "Hey fucker, my psychic powers were working last night."
Brother: "Really, what was it?"
Me: "I had a horrible dream"
Brother: "Oh fuck, did I DIE??"
Me: "Yeah man, you did."
Brother: "Did I get shot in the face?"
Me (shocked at this comment): "You did, that's what really made it fucked up."
Brother: "Who shot me? Was it a black dude, mexican, or an Iranian?"
Me (totally dumbfounded now) : "It was an Iranian guy, and he shot you with an AK."
Brother: "Well, it's settled then, I'm not going to follow my scheduled route today. Why'd you wait so fuckin' long to tell me? I was almost ready to leave the house, you could have called this morning."
He took a different route then he had originally planned, making his girlfriend run his original errands such as paying the rent, picking up at the cleaners, etc... He kept his eyes peeled for Iranians with AK's and was happy to report that night that he was still alive and had not been shot in the face. He credits his still being here with my insight and psychic powers.