The bridge had collapsed, but he didn't see it in time. His big old 69 Ford Galaxie hit the water like an avalanche.

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My dad tossed and turned, could barely sleep. Had strange dreams that didn't go anywhere. Woke up at ass thirty for work. It was still raining, but less hard. There was coffee in town so he went without, rubbing his eyes tiredly and not paying enough attention to the road.

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Foreknowledge of random low stakes, and foreknowledge of death are the two flavors we get. No in between. But we also have vivid dreams and often nightmares, to add a layer of difficulty. So anyway it was a dark and stormy night.

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I once dreamed: classmate will wear a new sweater and it will be beautiful but she will get a warning about her bare shoulders. It came true the next day. I have no earthly idea why whatever is in charge of this thought I needed to know.

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Oh I know a story I can tell you. It's not mine, it's my dad's. But people who like a #GhostStory might like it. I get a bit of dream foreknowledge from my dad's family. That sounds really cool and useful but most of the time it's not all that important in the grand scheme of things.

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