Prem-oh-nitions

I guess there's a lot to say on the subject of premonitions. They kind of come in so many different ways. I never really have any of great consequence...usually silly little things like "I have a feeling today won't be a good day" but there's something I noticed about feelings like that. If I do end up have a bad day, I've realized it's because I was expecting it, I'm usually just very pessimistic; waiting for bad things to happen and purposefully see all the bad in everything, when it would normally be a good day. So maybe a lot of it is in my head...
Since I never really have good premonitions, I thought of one from the movie Big Fish, I recall from many years ago. In the scene the dad is telling a lot about his life to his sons fiance. He says "I had a dream where this crow came and told me, “Your Aunt is going to die.” I was so scared I woke up my parents. They told me it was just a dream, to go back to bed. But the next morning, my Aunt Stacy was dead. Wasn’t three weeks later that the crow came back to me in a dream and said, “Your Grampa is going to die.” Well, I ran right back to my parents. My father said, no, Gramps is fine, but I could see there was trepidation. And true enough, that next morning my Grampa was dead. For the next couple weeks, I didn’t have another dream. Until one night the crow came back and said, 'Your Daddy is going to die.' Well, I didn’t know what to do. But finally I told my father. And he said not to worry, but I could tell he was rattled. That next day, he wasn’t himself, always looking around, waiting for something to drop on his head. Because the crow didn’t tell how it was going to happen, just those words: your Daddy is going to die. Well, he went into town early and was gone for a long time. And when he finally came back, he looked terrible, like he was waiting for the axe to fall all day. He said to my mother, 'Good God. I just had the worst day of my life.' 'You think you’ve had a bad day,' she said. 'This morning the milkman dropped dead on the porch!'"

I suppose there was really nothing the he could have done to save his aunt, grandpa or dad. He did tell his parents each time, but it seems like fate, if that's the right word. Like no matter how many precautions we taken there wasn't anything that could be done to prevent the deaths. I thought that the story was humorous though, the end bit I mean, even though it was pretty tragic. Especially scary for a kid.

So something strange just happened; I was writing this and I took a break because my mom made me go to my friends house because she does this dinner trade thing with them and they made dinner for us. And I had a feeling something bad was going to happen, I was really set on not going, it's dark and creepy outside, and so I dragged my brother along with me. Then when we were walking down Glass st. he tripped and fell on his hands and knees, and his right knee looks...demented. I knew something was going to happen! I feel a bit bad for making him come with me, but there wasn't too much I could do without feeling the wrath of my mother.