Sometimes, I have feelings and know what has happened or what is going to happen. Sometimes I have dreams that I cannot explain, but within a few weeks I am living what I dreamed, or the object of my dream is.

When I woke up Sunday, I remembered my dreams from the night before...both were weird, one I know was because of something I had seen online, a gossip colum called the awful truth...the other was about Busta Ryhmes.

Then I open my news and read this today...Rhymes' Bodyguard Dies Outside Video Shoot

Feb 6, 6:15 AM EST
A star-studded music video shoot was interrupted by gunfire that killed a bodyguard for rapper Busta Rhymes, police said.
Missy Elliot, Busta Rhymes and G-Unit members including Lloyd Banks were scheduled to be filming on a ninth-floor soundstage when violence erupted outside the Brooklyn building early Sunday, said police Sgt. Kevin Farrell.
Israel Ramirez, 29, was killed with a single shot to the chest, Farrell said.
Some 500 people were gathered for the Busta Rhymes video, and it was unclear how many had been outside when shots were fired.
Investigators took possession of a nearby parked car that was hit by the gunfire. They were still trying to determine early Monday what led to the violence, Farrell said.

Now my dream wasn't that exactly. But I have no idea who I was in the dream, sometimes it was like I was looking through his eyes, other times it was like I was myself standing beside him. Something bad happened, and he was convicted, and was going to jail...in a limo. But there was all these numbers that kept repeating themselves...

Oh well, just thought it was weird that I drempt about him, never really listen to him, and then he is in the news 24 hours later.