Being psychic is never fun. Seriously, if you can’t predict winning lottery numbers or prevent bad things from happening, it’s no “gift” at all. It’s just something to add to your worries, especially with my track record of dream premonitions.

I had one bad dream and then one very worrisome dream. I’ll start with the bad dream and save the worst for last. It was a short dream that had to do with some demand the park was making on us that I knew was going to cost us money.

“This one’s more complex,” Tom told me after a guy came to the door and he momentarily stepped out of the lanai where they were talking to grab something. I wanted to follow him back into the lanai but wasn't dressed appropriately. So all I could do was wait in frustration, unable to remind the guy who the paying customers were.

I had to laugh when I thought of how the park has left the fallen fence in back for so long. The other park would never leave it like that for this long, but that’s part of what keeps them from driving me crazy with all kinds of projects and tearing up the roads so damn often is not being obsessed with appearance.

It's the nightmare, I'm worried about. I'm lucky I was able to fall back asleep as fast as I did after having such a nightmare. Tom and I were going down the steps of a large old house. There were many steps, like maybe 10 or so. Then we went to the house next door which was perhaps 10 to 15 feet away and with the same number of steps.

He was looking for something on the porch because we were going to do some kind of project. I don't know what it was, but I think I might have used the word "surgery" at one point. Maybe there was something I wanted to do ourselves, rather than trusting a doctor. Regardless, he was on the porch and I was standing on the short end of a couple of planks of wood nailed together to form the shape of an L which he had one hand on to keep it from falling. Suddenly, the long end of the L was closer to 20 feet long instead of 10 or less, and the short side had wider planks. I was starting to carefully cross them to see what he was doing when he suddenly let go of the thing. I began to pitch backward and woke up screaming in midair as I was falling. In that split second, I knew Tom was going to feel really bad for letting go of it.

Right away, the nightmare reminded me of the nightmare I had in 2006 in Oregon where he was helping me get down from a 25-foot-high shower stall of all places. He also let go for a second in that nightmare and we both fell. Plus, I woke up before hitting the ground in that dream as well. Nothing catastrophic happened after that nightmare, but we sure did have a rough time for a while. We had all kinds of hassles with the cruise I won and then we got to come back to frozen pipes.

I know something bad is going to happen to me. Luckily, he should be safe because he didn't fall with me this time. I'm sure it's health-related as usual. Maybe another bad anxiety spell, or something with my heart racing up a storm. What else could it be? Surgery is probably too far out for it to be connected to that if they do opt to remove my gallbastard. My heart is probably still healthy, even if it does things I don't like it doing. I can't see myself being abducted by aliens or anything off the wall and I don't think the nightmare pertains to someone I know. If it did, I would have seen them fall in the dream. Sort of like the dream when Maliheh fell out of a speedboat and then got caught up in a tornado the next day in real life. All I can do for now is sit back and wait and hope whatever I'm in for isn't too bad. Oh, and wish I had the luxury of telling myself it was just a nasty nightmare, of course, when I know damn well it wasn't.