Hello

I had a feeling that something bad is about to happen with my mormor (My mothers mother, in Sweden we specifies, so not all of them are grandparents, they are mormor and morfar for mamis parents and farmor and farfar for papis parents). So today I'm going straight to visit her. I hope that she will understand who I am. She usually don't recognize me as her barnbarn (grandchild, directly translated it would be childchild). Imma talk about the 90's with her when she "abused" me by being nice haha, took me to mcdonalds every day and let me eat cereals with tons of sugar. I might get type 2 diabetes from my happy childhood days...Totaly worth it!

Anyways, I'm not a psychic (ofc not) but sometimes I get this feeling that my BF is in trouble (always with the police) and everytime I have been right about it. You know when you just go from being in a OK mood or a great mood and then......poff! something feels incredibly wrong in your, your stomach or sometimes you even see a flash of events, like this one time I was on my way to meet up with my BF and while I walked down the escalator I saw a image in my head of him being pulled up against a wall by pigs. So I was like "Oh nowz, hope he is OK.... Eh, who am I tying to fool, this is just me being paranoid..." Saw him talking to some douche bags, walk up to him "Hey Ben.." "Miss! Could you step aside we are from the police!" Aha, the douche bags I saw were pork chops... And that is just one time, similar things have occurred other times....
Therefor I'm i bit worried about mormor.

Also... BF is not a criminal he just do stupid things sometimes and also the pigs don't like the way he dress so they like to say "You matches a profile, can you come with us" they also went super duper happiii when they found a little stone in his pocket (my pocket, he had borrowed my jacket) and their faces lit up like the sun when they thought that they had found a little piece of hash. Oh, imagine the disappoint when they saw the hash they had found was the little grey stone I carry around. I got it from a drunk friend who named it and said "Never loose him" so... I can't loose my little stone now, can I? And it have been in that pocket since that day (almost 5 years i believe) with the exception for that time a pig wanted it to be hash.