Melissa's Precognitive Dream

My mother had always worked while I was growing up and her sister had babysat us for many years. The odd thing about my mother and my Aunt was that they both had the same number of children each child was the same sex and had been born within one year of each other. To this day they promise that this was just coincidental.

I am my mother's youngest daughter. Rhonda was also the youngest daughter. She and I were closer than we ever could have been with our own siblings. We were born within 3 months of the other and the only blondes for both our mothers. I can remember going into stores many times and being asked if we were twins. We were very close. Later as we became teenagers, we went to the same high school, had the same classes, went on our first dates together, and even had our first jobs together. We were as close as any two people could ever be.

On December 19, 1986, I was working the graveyard shift, and after a long night I lay down to get a few hours sleep before running necessary errands later that day. I had a roommate at the time who was also working graveyard. He and I had been friends for 6 or 7 years, and had built a pretty trustworthy relationship.

I can remember this day as if it were only yesterday. Anyone who has ever worked graveyard can tell you that you never fully get into a deep sleep. You sort of sleep with one eye open. On this day I woke in a sweat. I can remember being terrified, literally terrified. I jumped out of the bed and contributed this feeling to exhaustion.

I woke my roommate and asked him if he wanted to go with me to run the errands. We were chatting casually while en route and he happened to mention a mutual friend of ours. This name triggered an image that I had earlier while sleeping. I told my roommate that I had dreamed of this friend and was afraid for him. Later my room mate and I decided to stop by my mother's house.

The entire house was dark. I remember him telling me that no one must be home, but I knew better. I KNEW someone was home. We decided to check the basement door since the family room was located there. My grandmother was there and when I asked where my mother was she told me that Rhonda had been in an accident.

I called the hospital to check on Rhonda. When my mother answered the phone she said something that changed my life. As she said the words, "Lisa, she's dead", my whole world came crashing down. Not only was I devastated by the news, but I heard those
exact words in my dream.

The next few days are a blur. Later at the burial, I was standing off by myself and just happened to look down where I was standing. I was standing on the marker of the mutual friend of mine and my roommate's. The friend's father had the same name as his son.
I don't know why this happened to me. I still dream of her, but the dreams are happier dreams. I still love and miss her very much.

Many people think I'm crazy for telling this story. I myself had never put much faith in psychic ability until it happened to me. Now I believe. Boy, do I believe!

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