One day I was sitting on my bed flipping through the channels like I usually do until I find something good. I am not a big fan of John Travolta, but I stopped changing the channels and watched. I don't remember the title of the movie but I do remember that he was the antagonist. John was robbing a bank or causing mischief. Then I started to feel strange like something was going to happen. Usually when I predict something, it starts out with a feeling. Then my body kind of shook and my vision tunnels on John. Then I heard in my head, he is going to die. He is going to die. He is going to die. Again and again. I asked when. I heard winter. I recorded everything that happened in my journal. The date of the journal entry was on October 14, 08. On January 2, 2009 John Travolta's son, Jett, was dead. He suffered from seizure.
When I was seven years old my sister and I had just finish watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas. My sister was very scared that night and so was I. Not because of the movie but because we both felt strange. It's like this gut sense that something is not right. It's not like: "Oh, I forgot something or did I leave the door open?" It's like, "Oh no something bad is going to happen." Then I went to bed pushing the bad feeling out of my head. I woke up screaming 30 minute later. I had a dream or vision of this huge truck whose driver was drunk on the blvd. I recognized the small little blue car in my dream. The car belonged to my dad. As they were about to hit, I woke up.
Being a kid I ran to my parents' room TRYING to tell them about my dream. I talked so fast it came out in a jabber. My dad told me nothing bad was going to happen and dismissed my crazy dream. That morning when I woke up my mom was screaming for me and my sister to get up because my papi had just been hit by u-haul truck. Turns out the driver of the truck was drunk and didn't see my dad's car because of the size of it. I remember sitting in the back of the car and saying told you to my mom. She still doesn't listen to me!