Great thread... on many difficult levels. I have to chime in tho, in SumJongGuy's defense. I can attest to his story on a personal level...
In 1985, I was on Martha's Vineyard aboard a friend's boat and supposed to meet up with another friend later that night. This was pre cell phones, so no way to contact anyone, but friend never shows. I had this incredibly vivid dream that night of my friend and he is laying on this pure white bed. He's sleeping, but I notice this mole on his neck. I look closer and it turns out to be an eye... and an evil one at that. I notice it's looking at me and then a tiny head head pops out. Then the head explodes and there is blood all over the sheets. I woke up that morning completely spooked and shaken, so much so that I tell this at breakfast to a couple of guys that I didn't really know very well.
When I got home Sunday night, I found out, my friend killed himself in bed that night.
No fucking way that my dream was a coincidence. Very sad times, but I will never forget the sensation and horrific feeling before I even knew what had happened. Needless to say, I don't doubt much, except religion and Trump.
Screw the net, Surf the backcountry!
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