Most people wish their dreams would come true. Not me, not so much.

See, I?m psychic. Yes, laugh all you want. Nobody ever believes me when I say this, but it?s true. I am psychic. Not a total, Ms. Cleo, I can see your future type of psychic– but some sort of psychic nonetheless.

The dreams started coming true when I was about 10. I spent the night at Jenny, the next-door neighbor?s house, and when I woke up I knew I had to go immediately. My Grandpa Chromey was dead. I knew this, because I dreamt. I arrived home to find my dad on the couch crying.

It happened again a year later when my Grandpa St. Martin died.

Then the dreams took a break for a long while, or I couldn?t remember them. But when I was 19 they came back with a vengeance. I dreamt about Tom Parker dying, and three days later got a letter from Jodi Hanson telling my dream all over. I dreamt that Dennis the mentally handicapped man who worked for my parent died, and the next day I read his obituary in the paper.

The list goes on and on.

This week the dreams have decided to come true again. I?ve had four strange dreams this week, two of which came true.

Twice with in the past two weeks I dreamt that a co-worker I?ve continually had problems with was fired.

In one dream I dreamt the Vice President of Sales and Marketing called me into his office to talk about my problems with the co-worker. In the dream we talked for a while. When we were done he fired my co-worker and I was given an $11k raise.

Last Friday, August 2nd, the VP of Sales and Marketing really did pull me into his office to talk about how I was doing at the company. He said he had heard rumblings that I was unhappy and since I had a taken a few days off a couple weeks ago, he wanted to make sure I wasn?t doing anything silly like leaving and finding another job.

Yeah. I got out of his office and immediately called my best friend. She was as freaked out as I was. She gave me strict directions not to dream about her, and I promised to try and dream about the lottery numbers.

Thursday night I dreamt the co-worker was fired. On Friday, I was awakened in the middle of the second firing dream by the phone.

?Jodi??
?Yeah??
?It?s Lisa,? she said. ?She?s no longer with the company.?
?What?? I said quite loudly sitting straight up in bed.
?We just got the email from Drew.?
?Holy shit. . . holy shit . . . I was just dreaming they fired her.?
?Well, it?s true.?

Earlier in the week I dreamt that a friend of sister #4?s died. I wasn?t quite so sharp on that one. But on Thursday I learned a good friend of a good friend of mine had died.

Being psychic isn?t always so great. Sometimes I fear going to sleep. When I was a kid, I felt a lot of responsibility for my dreams coming true. Eventually, enough professionals were able to convince me that it wasn?t my fault.

But, I still feel great. Having dreams come true isn?t always what it?s cracked up to be.