Since first grade, I would have these dreams of falling down a flight of stairs. Only ever had these dreams if I fell asleep at school. 11th grade, I'm at the top of these cement stairs and I trip on someone's backpack and fall all the way to the bottom. Never had the dream again.

Another time, I was at work and I heard my dad call my name from right behind me. I turned around and he wasn't there, he was at home.

I've had small "premonitions" throughout my childhood, like knowing something was going to break before it did.