Tonight as my son and I drove home from his karate class, I had a premontion of seeing a buck getting hit by a car.
Four miles from where we set off, a police cruiser with lights flashing was parked at the side of the road. I glanced over as I passed to see the downed body of a buck in the headlights, and the cop standing beside it, motioning the cars to pass slowly.
I've witnessed a buck getting hit on that same road about this same time of year. It ran out in front of a car about 50 yards ahead of me. I had to pull over, I was so upset. I let myself cry for a while from the sight of seeing this powerful, large creature cut down so quickly. I'm glad that my son and I were spared that image this evening.
He wondered why I didn't tell him of my premonition. I didn't say anything because I'd rather not have him worry; although when we drive on rural, twisty roads I make sure he's observant of deer when he's my passenger. He's always good at seeing them before I do...at least while they're in the flesh by the road.
When I have a negative premonition, I often hope it isn't true. I just have to accept what comes to me and try not to shutter out the bad stuff because I want to keep my intuition flowing. Good or bad, I want to know and honor the process.