Well, the voices don't want me to tell my pdoc. They say it's ok to have these psychic visions, because that's what comes with being a psychic. But the voices are being nice and comforting.

This morning they were actually playing a song for me and the birds sang along. Well, they chirped along.

The psychic vision is gone—at least for now, anyway. I might ask my therapist about the visions, though, because they're confusing and I don't know why it's my destiny. I just don't want her to misinterpret things.