#7. Dog-Gone

My first confirmed psychic event was actually in the Third Grade.  I had been through some traumas by this point, and existing was already difficult, but on this day, on the bus heading home, I had resolved that when I got there I would finally call up a girl I was into at the time and express some feelings.  For some background, I was a talented kid who was open with his weaknesses, so enemies accumulated quickly, and this girl was the only person who didn’t jump on that bandwagon, and even defended me on occasion. I was thinking about her when I stepped off the bus that day, and when my foot hit the ground, I stopped in shock: My dog was dead.  I just knew it.  It’s not like he greeted me at the bus every day and he just wasn’t there, but I knew it for some reason, and just took off for home, running.  I found out it was true, he was gone.  I was trying not to think about what happened, so I kind of went into autopilot and went through with my plan to call her, but after that day things were never the same between us, I scared her when I foolishly brought it up.  Myself too. Unfortunately, there was no reversing the effects of that day. It messed with my sense of certainty a little too early, and she was never again able to be around me without being afraid. I was hopelessly in love with that girl from when I was 7 to age 14. The whole focus of this blog is that we are all capable of so much more than we know, but you will see later how this particular story arc shows there are some fights you can’t win. I would like to say I blocked it out, but it was always there in my memories, and it more than sparked a curiosity in me going forward. Why did I get to know about my dog’s death before I should have? Where did the information come from? The future? An alternate reality? How many possibilities are there?