If there is such a thing as the opposite of a premonition, this is it...
From my teenage years, I had one of two recurring nightmares every night. I either dreamt of nuclear apocalypse (and not the fun Mad Max kind; more like the realistic Threads kind) or of being pursued and then torn apart by zombies. I have literally no idea what was going on in my head to cause this, but anyway...

After several years of this, I'd pretty much gotten used to them. Okay, so I woke up scared at least once a night, but as soon as I was awake it was obvious that I'd simply been spending my valuable REM time ruining a perfectly good nights sleep, and so drifted back off into blissful slumber.

Then, one night, I didn't have a single nightmare. No bleak, scarred atomic landscapes haunted me. Rotting automatons singularly failed to pursue me and force me to turn a chainsaw on myself to stop me becoming one of them. That morning, I woke with a smile on my face. "Finally", I thought, "whatever ridiculous neuroses I've been putting up with have been resolved. I can move forward in life and no longer wonder why my subconscious feels the need to torture me so. This is the first day of a new, fear-free life!"

Bright was that morning, and high my spirits. Yes, the morning of September 11th 2001 definitely held the promise of better things for me.

It was a shame that selfish, bearded, gooner bastard with his monged kidneys and enormous wealth had to spoil it for me.
(Light, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:32, Reply)