Sometimes I think I could be a psychic. Like the other morning when I dreamt my mother was sick. The alarm went off and I awoke. Not a moment later, I received a text message from my mother. It said, "Wrong number?" "Huh?" "My phone rang twice and stopped; it was you." "I just woke up, but you were in my dream." "All good, I hope." "No, you were sick. Are you sure I called you? My phone has no record." "Positive." So who called my mother?
