I have a feeling that I once had a prescient dream but it was about something pretty prosaic. This may just be a trick of my mind.
Also, always in the back of my mind I was afraid I'd have to be with my Dad when he died. That fear became fact when he died of brain aneurysm while we were out skiing.
Of course I trust His Teachings over everything else.
I don’t necessarily trust my tidy boxed
ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT
His teachings, however.
Holy Spirit is the Best Interpreter of His Teachings.
I found your construction on reality took some leaps of logic that the Bible didn’t include in that specific instance.