A blessing or A curse?

For some reason, I had not been able to stop dreaming. First,I had dreams about things that were irrelavent,dreams that meant nothing to me. Sometimes these dreams didn't let me sleep, it was like some kind of curse. But then my dreams became richer and somewhat useful, at first small things like finding my keys, and another helped me find my wallet. But perhaps the most amazing thing to ever happen to me was when I had a dream about a hiking trip I was going to go on, in a few weeks. I dreamed we were driving to the cabin on some kind of winding road up a mouantain and suddenly another car obviosly some sort of lunitic was coming directly at us he hit us head-on, our car went off the cliff,and at that moment I awoke.That night the name Alexander Knight was somewhat huanting me, I could not get his name out of my head. The day of the trip came, but I refused to go. They went on without me and the next day came the phone call, the phone call that somehow I knew was coming.A phone call that stated my Friends were killed. killed by A man named Alexander Knight

My dreams are now some sort of an instict