For as long as I can remember, I've always been a dreamer. I probably dream more than the average person. Back in February of 1994, I had this dream of me running down some long halls, hearing my feet hit along the floors, hearing my breathing, and my heart beating loudly. I come through some double doors, now realizing that I'm running down the halls of a hospital. For what ever reason, I knew in my heart, the news that I was about to receive, wasn't going to be good. I soon bend the corner, arriving at the family waiting area, which of course, all members of my immediate family were waiting.
Soon after, a surgeon approaches with nothing showing besides his eyes, (a surgical mask was covering his nose, mouth and chin). As he got closer, he started to remove the mask in order to utter the words, "I'm sorry, she didn't make it". I scream, and the rest of the family started to cry and say, this just doesn't make sense! I wake up in a panic, crying and trying to make sense of it all.
Needless to say, one month after the dream, my grandmother had gone in to get knee surgery and past away from complications. I don't know what to make of it, but, I've been this way, since the age of three or longer. Someone help me figure this out, there are plenty of other stories like such. Could I possibly be psychic/sensitive?