That said... I was looking the other way to not get paint splattered while I painted killz over ravioli I had scrubbed at 3x with different cleaners. The next morning this is what I saw on the wall
Angel of death?
I've had some experiences I cannot explain. There was a dream or happenstance..memory is too early at my grandmother's house and if it was a dream it was lucid to the point I can still see parts today. There was a ball of lightnining that zipped through the house but as I recall it now as it exited I can see the house top down .
The next I want to share was while back packing Europe at 18. I had a vivid dream Cosmos cat was sick. It was iirc the only time I called home despite being 18 and alone nearly 5k miles from Minnesota. They told me when I got back. He almost died form a kidney infection.
Perhaps the most spooky though was maybe half a year before the night club attack in Paris. I've had a handful of dreams with french spoken. There was weapon fire I ran towards the bathrooms and held up in a stall there were people talking about going out the window more gun fire and talk of money. I woke from that one cold sweat and when the likely coinsidental actual attack happened... Or rather when I heard the news, chills down my spine is an understatement
I had a more recent one in this empty hell hole. It was vividly watching Clydes body tossed in the dumpster. I woke up screaming bloody murder sitting straight up.
I wish human rights let alone MN or constitutional law would be respected long enough I could get his remains properly delt with and reunite him and Bonnie. Let alone grieve the loss of Cosmos,Bonnie or Clyde.