I Discover One Of My Psychic Abilities

I woke up from a dream where I had gone to Aimee’s  house to feed her cat, Velma. As I approached, key in hand, I noticed a package on her doorstep. It was a regular brown shipping box, only it didn’t have a mailing label on it or a return address — someone had simply printed “AIMEE” in block letters on the top.
I was immediately suspicious. I wanted to open the box, but was both afraid of what might be inside and I knew it was against the law to open other people’s mail.
(I know, I know — it didn’t get shipped through the mail so that last part doesn’t make sense — but roll with me, okay?!)
So there I am, staring at this suspicious package in the middle of her doorway. I call Aimee, and ask here where her friendly neighbor guy lives? and whatshisnameagain? I quickly debrief her as I go to get the neighbor (in my dream I figured out his name, but can’t for the life of me really remember it) and brought him back to her doorstep to bear witness to the fact that I had Aimee on the phone (speakerphone, at that) and that she was okay with me opening the mysterious delivery.
I opened the box, made an assessment that all was well and nothing was going to blow up in her house if I brought the package in and left it there, thanked the neighbor, got off the phone with my friend and promptly woke up.

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So after work today, I swing by Aimee’s place to feed her cat. And there’s a brown box waiting on her doorstep.
And that, my friends, is how I discovered my special ability of psychic premonition.