SUPER POWERS

STORIES ON THE STREET

"I don't even know how I'm going to breathe", she thinks to herself as the pounding of her splitting headache is thumping in her ears. Almost to the point that the pain is beat boxing on her ear drum.

"Oh my GOD I can't believe this." She stares at her bloodshot red eyes trying to decipher whether or not they're this color because she was crying all night or if it's from the lack of sleep because she was up crying all night.

"But here's the kicker for me.....The jerk tried to make me think I was a freakin loon when I told him my dream a week ago. HE LAUGHED! HE ACTUALLY LAUGHED AND SAID I WAS CRAZY....all along just to find out I was right. Why wouldn't he just admit it? GOD was trying to clue me in on exactly what was going on and he told me I was crazy. Ohhh I cannot believe this. RuPauls drag race contestants are straighter than the moral compasses of these fools I get. And how do I keep doing this to myself? I swore this would not occur anymore. It doesn't matter where I go, it's like I'm picking the same guy. You can't make this BS up. Shonda Rhimes couldn't make this up." She continues her raging monologue that she wishes was fiction but is indeed her haunting reality.

"Oh!" she says startled as she continues "hello there. You....yea you. The one scrolling and reading this......Yea you! Hi how are you? So I guess I sound and look like a psychopath yelling and talking to myself like this right? I'm sure I do but you would be screaming too if this was you. So I guess you wanna know what happened and what has me super upset and looking a mess right? Take a seat....well that was dumb you're already sitting down. Well get some popcorn then cause you are not gonna believe this.

In order for you to understand todays hysteria I have to take you back a week ago. I was on the phone with my now very ex ex and we were talking while I was sorting out my groceries for Thanksgiving so I could start cooking.

"Hello."

"Hello"

"You alright?"

"I'm so so"

"When are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?"

"It's just a lot."

"Well you were in my dream earlier."

"Oh GOD. Well what happened?"

"I was on the computer and I went on Youtube."

"This is the dream?" he interrupted.

"Yes this is the dream" she said trying not to sound irritated by the interruption. She continued "I was on the computer and I went on Youtube and this video came up of this woman talking and she was saying how excited she was about the wedding and how she couldn't wait to be your wife."

"Where do you come up with this stuff? Like where do you get it from? You're a nut." She ignores his questions and proclamation to just add her two cents that's worth $5, by saying

"I woke up like what the heck is this?"

"I don't know you tell me what it is Crazy, you the one having the dream."

"Mmmm I don't know but anyway Ima start cooking this food and then Ima get dressed to go skating," cause that's just what we do on Thanksgiving eve ladies and gentleman, we go skating. They continue their harmless conversation and then they get off the phone.

Nothing too wild right? Sounds playful and harmless enough. But what troubled me was a dream I had 3 years prior about my grandparents on Thanksgiving eve that played out exactly the same two weeks later. It crossed my mind but it wasn't pinned to the top. My dreams always mean something, it's like a super power to see but they've often been abstract like a puzzle I have to put together and it never is what it appears to be. I figured this was a puzzle I could table for a rainy day because the meanings were usually abstract and boy was I wrong.

Now let us journey onto Sunday evening when my phone rings.

"Hello"

"Hay. Wassup?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to check on you."

"Oh okay well I'm okay. How are you?"

"I'm okay but I need to speak with you later."

"Did you set a date?"

"I'll talk to you later about what it is."

"If it's about that you can just say yes and kill that now."

"This is why we always have problems, because of your mouth. I'll talk to you later." dial tone.

I just stared at the phone like what the freak was that. He got so mad I figured it was probably something simple or maybe even something good and I just pissed him off by saying the most negative thing. Maybe this was my fault ohhhhhhhhhhh but deep down beloved, deep down I knew something wasn't right.

That man was so mad at me he didn't call me until Wednesday Night. When the phone rang I knew my life was about to change and so I stared at it for a second, took a deep breath and said "here we go".

"Hello"

"Hello....so I needed to call you to tell you that we did set a date for the wedding."

There is complete silence on the phone as the tears well up in her eyes like they were two wells with pupils. He waits because he is banking on her going bat nuts on him and all he can hear is her sniffling as the phone becomes soaked from tears. Guilt eating him up like a carnivorous bacteria, he continues since she's saying absolutely nothing.

"It wasn't really planned but you stopped talking to me for like a month and a half and so I figured if you weren't here I didn't have any reason not to do it so I just picked a date." She gives her best effort to keep her voice from shaking uncontrollably like the speedometer of a Nascar driver with a stick shift.

"And when is it?"

"When is what?" Now she's fighting back rage and that stabilizes and puts some bass back in her voice because what the freak else would/could she be referring to.

"When is the wedding?"

"It's not today but it's sooner than later". (who the freak says that) she sits there quietly because there is no strength to cuss him out or go murder him as he so desperately deserves mainly because he lives so far away, so he gets back on the microphone of the conversation.

"I just needed you to know so I had to call and tell you but this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do and I just need you to know that." And this is met with silence so he concludes what has now turned into a monologue with an audience of one by saying "I'll talk to you later."

She hangs up and starts hyperventilating immediately.

So I bet you wanna know how soon the wedding was...... come back next Saturday for Stories on The Street and I will tell you. Just remember this was Wednesday night when are heroine got this call.

Let me say this to people with gifts. Not everybody will acknowledge, believe in them or you nor will everyone accept them, that does not make them any less real. There is a reason that I love Animated movies and Superhero movies. People with optimum levels of hurt and pain also have optimum gifts and there will even be times where your gift(s) seemingly betray you. I've dreamed some dope things that have not happened but there's a lot of horrible things I see when I sleep and they happen within hours. At times that has haunted me but NEVER (hear me) resent your gifts. Even when what you see haunts and hurts, GOD is keeping you ahead. I don't know about you but I would rather see the accident, betrayal, heartache coming so I can be proactive and brace for impact rather than being reactive and blindsided. It's like when there's a hurricane. Though the residents of those areas hate that news they have time to evacuate and plan. If there was no meteorologists they would be blindsided by the storm. Let your gifts be your meteorologist and don't resent the forecast just plan for it.

See you Monday for Makeup Monday!