My boyfriend forgot to lock his "personal drawer."

As a child, I thought my dreams were normal. I thought everyone had them when someone was about to die, but as a matter of course, no one told me anything. It would be like telling someone you've never met, "Good luck with the fridge freezer that's going to crush your skull later." Being pinned down by all that weight is a bad thing to do. "Well, rest in peace."

That's why I didn't understand how weird I was until the night my parents died. We were singing along with the radio on the way home from the beach when I had pictures of glass bursting inside me. When another car crashed into ours, it was like a bullet train speeding through a tunnel. Then we went over a cliff, and my parents' bodies were twisted in the air.

As soon as I lost my vision, I shook in my seat. "Stop, stop! We need to leave!"I yelled.

She turned down the music, took her belt off, reached behind her, and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What is wrong, Kiara honey?""

What is wrong? What is wrong? What was wrong was that she and her dad were about to be hit by the glass.

My heart was beating so fast that I could barely breathe. "I don't want you to die," I whimpered.

She made a face. "Who says I'm going to die?""

Then it dawned on me: she had no idea her ticket had been punched. In fact, neither of my parents did.