Absolutely loved this story. I know it’s old, but I still feel like I had to write this. It’s 3AM and I can’t sleep because all I can think about is how I have to take the next step in my dream. It’s big, bold and I might fail at it – it’d suck, but I’m more okay with that than not trying. I’d rather die knowing I tried as hard as I could, instead of thinking, what if? And I actually truly am starting to believe in this dream and in me. Chances are high that I can do this. Enough of this doubting, and thinking that dreams only happen to Others. It can happen to me too – to anyone, with hard work. I am vowing to stick to this motivation right now, by writing out my next step and sticking it to the wall next to my bed – and once I’m done with it, there will be another paper stuck to the wall :) Thank you!
There are no coincidences!
On a Monday morning, August 10, 1981, I woke up in a terrified state after a ‘nightmare.’ I repeated the dream’s circumstances to my husband which included witnessing my beloved aunt’s lifeless body sprawled on a NYC street, with two bystanders looking over her. That evening I received a phone call from my cousin who told me the devastating news that my aunt had been struck and killed by a car on Central Park West earlier that afternoon. Had I not conveyed the dream earlier, I would have had doubts that I specifically saw those images after the initial shock had subsided. However, my recollection was verified by my husband, whose foggy state of early awareness was shocked by the description I gave. I was then filled with obsessive second guesses as to whether I could have somehow warned my aunt not to leave her apartment that day. I have never experienced a precognitive dream as vivid as this one before or since.