My story happened nearly 10 years ago now. I met this girl in Jr. High and we skipped school together. From that day on, we said we had to be best friends. My family traveled and moved a lot but me and this girl remained friends through out the years. Seeing each other every few years or so. While in Jr, she and I wrote each other, even when I moved. I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but at the time it freaked me out. I kept all these letters in a box for many years and one day, many years later, I decided to throw them out. In this box, I had a journal about this guy I was crushing on in high school.
My friend calls me up one day and says she was ready to move away from home and wanted to come stay with me. I blew her off and about a week later, I had this dream. I remember, in the dream, the overwhelming emotion of loss and being at a funeral home. When I looked inside the coffin, I saw my grandmother. I awoke in panic and called my mom and explained me dream. She assured me that she had talked to my grandmother just hours before hand and that she was ok. I was very shaken up.
A couple of weeks went by and I was asleep once more, when I was awaken in the middle of the night by the sounds of the phone ringing. I answered! What happened next, I will never forget the sounds of my screams. It was my best friend's father on the other end. To tell me that my best friend and her son were killed by a drunk driver. She was only 21 and her son was only 3. He said he had forgotten to call me, but that she had passed a couple of days ago. I screamed and cussed, acted like a crazy person for many weeks after that, because of what followed.
I was on my to way to my friend's funeral, but on the way there, my one year son came down with Bronchitis and my hubby at the time fell asleep at the wheel and nearly killed us all. Luckily, he ran into a clearing where no trees were at. Even though there were trees all around that highway. Once we got there and I went to the viewing and after leaving, the car I was driving was hit by a drunk driver pulling out of a parking place. I had every intention to go see my best friend's little girl that was also injured by the car crash, but some overwhelming feeling wouldn't allow it.
My friend and I were supposed to let her little girl and my son meet considering they were the same age, but once she was gone, I couldn't bring myself to do it with out her. Plus I felt like she wasn't suppose to die, she was taken and if I didn't get out of there I would be next because I wasn't meant to be there at that time. So, to say the least, I did not even make it to the funeral.
Everyone was beginning to think I was crazy, but a couple more weeks went by and I got news that the guy I was crushing on in my journal was in a bad motorcycle accident and was nearly dead. I called everyone that I could think of that I might have had a letter from in that box. I was beyond freaked out!
It didn't hit me until many months later that the dream I had about the coffin was not my grandmother at all, but my best friend's and the reason I thought it was my grandmother is because she would of been, and was in the end, the only person emotionally I could turn to in my family.
I also know now that my friend was there in both those accidents and even the one I had 6 years ago, where I fell asleep at the wheel and hit an 18 wheeler. I ran right underneath his back tires with my son in the passenger seat. We are still alive because of my best friend's one last thing: my best friend has always, even in teenage years, said she wouldn't be around long and that there was no way she would see her grandchildren because she would be dead by 30 years old. Her story never changed over the years. So, my angel while here on earth, had wings and is flying high today. Without her, I would not had made it all those teenage years and even today I sure wouldn't be here without her by my side.
I am a psychic and this is only one glimpse of what I have seen! May your dreams be peaceful, yet insightful as mine often are!
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