God is telling me i'm going to die.

I'm not a man who believes in prophecies or much of any type of supernatural. But I am someone who can eventually take a hint. I will now provide my evidence that I will die by being hit by a car.

1: I cross a street on my way to work. Street is a bit of an understatement. It is pretty much a highway without fences. rt 114 in peabody/danvers. 4 lanes separated by a passing lane in the middle that smells of death-trap. I have to run across two lanes, pause in the death trap, then run across two more, it's pretty much a real-life game of frogger. So when I had a dream of me standing between two sets of opposing train tracks then getting crushed when trying to cross the second set, it did leave me mildly uneasy.

2: Pisces horoscope: You've learned a few things in your life, but as you'll soon see, looking both ways before crossing the street isn't one of them.
3: There was a fucking dead animal in the street exactly in the spot I typically cross every day. (see below for tales of roadkill)

So yeah. Picing these parts of compelling evidence together, I have come to one conclusion. Me and a car will collide, and it will not be fun. So when I am killed by vehicle, just remember, I fucking KNEW IT.

War.