A Recounting of Extraordinary Times Past

When I think back for purposes of recounting my experiences with the extraordinary, it really seems to be an impossible task. I'll start thinking of one point in time, but then an earlier point comes to mind. So let me start with some of my earliest memories and go from there. At around 2 years old I encountered my uncle's dog for the 1st time, only that I didn't see a dog, I saw colors!!  I was around 5 or 6 when I had a lucid dream about my grandmother's death, before she died. I remember going to the wake/church/funeral and all the scenes played out exactly just as in my dream. (It happened, again around the year 2000, 2 weeks before one of my cousins died. Sure enough, he had died of a sudden heart attack in his back yard. The scene at his wake was eerily exact in every detail, right down to being buried in his Harley Davidson jacket and his brown curly hair.)  TO BE CONTINUED