As a woman, I’ve been both blessed and cursed with intuition. It seems some men possess this sense as well, but most women have this internal and innate compass. Often ignored by some, the feeling is tuned out or toned down. When intuition surfaces for me, it’s far too present and paralyzing to ignore. Have you ever had the feeling of something being “wrong?” It hovers and becomes quite physical. I feel it stretch my skin with each shallow, shaky breath. I know something is amiss even though I can’t explain it. In my twenty-eight years, I’ve never been wrong. It reaches deeper than knowing the next song bound to play on the radio. It’s as though I have a small peephole into unknown but I can’t see what lingers peripherally.
 
Have you ever dreamt of a lover cheating only to awake angry? I’ve been fuming freaking mad over a fictitious event. Where does the imagination conjure up such heartache? Does it stem from one’s own guilty action? Can it be blamed on watching “Desperate Housewives” (which I don’t watch) prior to entering sleep? I don’t consider this as true intuitiveness, though I believe it is similar enough to mention. Do men have dreams of this nature? Even more bizarre is when reality mirrors the dream. This isn’t good for the psyche. It leaves me pointing a finger (and you know which one) every time, regardless of whether or not it really happened. It’s been a long while since I’ve had a dream of this nature, then again…