One night I fell asleep on my couch so I wouldn't wake my daughter who was 3 months old at the time. Anyway,I began to dream that my husbands entire family was coming to see me,his grandparents stood out espesially in my dream.(Who I never dreamed of before)At first everything seemed ok, til I suddenly relized that everyone was there but my husband. To my horror I suddenly knew why they were there. . . . My husband had died. How or why he had died, I did not know, I just knew he was gone. I begged his grandparents to tell me what happened, but they just looked on sadly and continued to console me. Thankfully I woke from that nightmare. My husband was getting ready for a trip up to our cabin in the moutains. I told him about the dream and begged him not to go. I just could not shake this bad feeling. Well do you think he listened to me? Think again. Off he went. One day later, Sept.21,1995 around 7:00pm I recieved a phone call from my husbands grandmother. She was semi hystericle. My husbands grandfather had a sudden heart attack and passed away. I called my husband immedietly to come home,(which is a 7 hour drive)He hadn't been there more than a couple hours when I got hold of him. Natually, he came straight home. His entire family was at his grandmothers house to console his grandmother,(including myself and my husband of course)It was a very sad day, but I could not help being terribly relieved that it was not Steve.( my husband) How it changed my life:I've always took some stock in my dreams.So I can't say it changed me much. My husband on the other hand, takes my dreams a little more seriously. In fact I think I scare him a little now. Oh! by the way, "I'm not psycic really"
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