Fifteenth of October
This is a very personal journal entry of mine. (I will admit to using Claude to enhance the story telling and reform it into a short story of sorts.) It has haunted me since. This experience has made a corner of my mind it's home. I have never told my best friend of my dream, as I don't want to come off as attention seeking. I've never took pride in it. However, I have always been aware of a "sixth sense". It does not always work the way I want. Sometimes, I can feel the sorrow and worry of another, and I know the person these feelings belong to. Other times it is a lingering feeling of dread or depression lasting for a couple of hours, with no insight as to who is hurt. With that being said, I hope this is a reminder that when you feel strongly that someone is in pain or carrying a form of dread, call them. Do not push it away.
