I am a heavy sleeper, I rarely worry about anyone or anything, because I figure if there is a disturbance in the force I will know. So as luck would have it, about two months ago, I awoke in such a distressed state at one o'clock in the morning, knowing that someone was dying. I saw the image of a boy wearing a spitfire hat, and laying face down on his apartment floor. The boy was in his early or late twenties. I saw ants crawling all over his body. This wasn't to be taken literally or maybe it was. I viewed that as a symbol that he was dead, (sort of strange I know but I felt he was dead) drug overdose.
I felt horrible, I wanted to call the cops to see if they could see if he was okay. But I didn't know what apartment he lived in, and for all I knew he was already dead. That and they wouldn't have believed me. Next morning, I told my neighbor (who knows I am psychic) what happened, she said yes, the landlord had to call an ambulance, they took his body away this morning.
It was sad. I think my soul is too evolved to feel a significant amount of sorrow, because I know things happen for a reason. I just don't know why I had to know it was happening? If I wasn't able to help, why would I need to know that?