Grounded in Reality

Weird dreams and premonitions. I guess that what you'd call them. Vivid dreams.
Firstly, I've been so freeeeeeking tired lately; I've had two days off in a row, and slept though them both. Sleeping tends to lead to dreaming, and boy howdy have I had some humdingers.
Can I remember their content now? Nope. I used to keep a dream journal... I'm not sure why. It had something to do with meditation and trying to achieve an OBE. Ahhhh.... those innocent days of secret metaphysical experimentation. So long ago. That was before reality moved in and shut down my sixth sense.
Found myself watching Medium on tv. Television, folks. I hardly ever watch TV. I work the late shift, hence missing any primetime shows; daytime tv simply sucks. Anyway, it got me to thinking (scary thought, I know). I used to be very aware of my world, very sensitive to every little nuance around me, within me, without me. I swear to this day I could pick up vibes like you wouldn't believe. I wouldn't go so far as saying I could predict the future, but more often than not, if my radar honed in on one person or event strong enough, something was bound to occur. And, much like fortune cookies the newspaper horoscopes, you can read anything you want into the generalizations. So, I entertained myself with thinking I had a gift. I was quite young, you see, and my world hadn't yet fallen apart. Now, I'm quite numb to anything otherworldly. Or, in-this-worldly for that matter!
I remember in my early 20's, a gal I had just started working with had befriended me. One day, I asked her if her mother's name was Elizabeth. It took her a moment to reply, because she always knew her mom as Betty. She probably thought I was nuts, but I told her that I was "seeing" a girl in a yellow dress, next to a cow. A week later, she brought in a picture of her mother, on a farm, in a yellow dress with white daisies on it, but the cows were behind the fence in the background. I never really picked up on any features of "the girl in the dress", it wasn't a three-dimensional vision, just more of a thought I guess. She told me how her mother had died from liver failure a year prior, and she felt so guilty with herself (and angry at the doctors) for not catching on that her mother's self-medicating with too many acetaminophen-containing products were building a toxicity that would eventually kill her. I mentioned that perhaps her mother had something else wrong with her (that led to the medicating behavior), and that was the true culprit. There is no conclusion to this story; we went on about our business, would chat about it on occasion, and she moved on to healing day by day. I never pried any deeper, and she never made me feel like a phenomenon or a creep.
So anyway, fiction like Medium and Final Destination still tantalize me. I'm not a weirdo, I assure you, but my delusions do keep me entertained. Not all of these creepy dreams involve death. Sometimes, I have no idea what is going on or why I'm thinking about a certain person with such intensity. And I have to impress on you very vigorously that I do not suffer from any sort of "magical thinking" or mental disorder that would include a risk of commitment to the local looney bin. I'm just stating what is, or what "was", back when I was immature and quite possibly bored. My current state of "huh?" is probably brought on by sheer exhaustion and... well I guess just sheer exhaustion. Did I mention I'm tired? So, in my new reality, the weirdness is just that, sleep-deprived weirdness, and I easily forget the who's and what's in my dreamworld. Which is a good thing. Because if I see a certain person's mother again tonight, I'm going to have to call her! WooooEeeeeeeOooooooh (cue Twilight Zone music here)