Pauline's Death

I am very uncomfortable about my recent experience, that for the first time, I feel the need to seek out information regarding this topic. I am not sure why these things keep happening to me. I have taken several of the psychic tests online, which some show some abilities, while others show absolutely none. Nevertheless, the following is my recent story.

The other night I had a dream about my grandmother named Paulina, who died in 1974. I was very close to my grandmother and had dreamt of her continuously while growing up, however I had stopped dreaming about her for several years. The dream was about several of us cousins in a room with her combing her hair and I had to leave the room. I was upset because I knew if I left the room, my cousins would finish combing her hair and I would miss out. That was all for that dream. I was surprised because I had not dreamt about her in so long and I did not know why she came to mind.

Two nights later, I had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching television. I had a dream of this feeling of being shot, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had hit me and it caused me to jerk and yell which of course woke me up. My roommate who was sitting in the chair saw this and asked what was wrong, I told her it was a "bad dream" and "I needed to go to bed", so I went upstairs to bed.

That night I had a difficult time sleeping and continued to wake up to look at the time. I usually wake up at 4:30 a.m. But I was not expected to go into work until later that morning so I did not need to get up until 6 a.m. The last time falling asleep before waking up, I had a dream about my Aunt Celia (the daughter of my grandmother), who had died in 2004. The dream was that I was at my current place of employment, which is a Cancer Hospital and I received a call from home that my Aunt had passed away. In my dream, I was crying and being consoled by one of my current co-workers. The feeling that I had in my dream was so intense and painful that it woke me up crying. I looked at the time and it was 4:45 a.m.

I decided to go ahead and get up, since I could not sleep and get ready for work. The entire time while getting ready, I felt very uncomfortable and uneasy. I felt as if something was wrong. When I was leaving for work, I told my roommate, how I felt, she asked what was wrong and I explained that I didn't know, I just felt that something was not right. That day, my niece was supposed to have an induced delivery as well, so I was not sure if this feeling had anything to do with her.

On my way to work as I got closer to my hospital, the feeling of pain and despair got stronger, I thought about my dream and the actual death of my aunt and how the entire event of her death including the fact that her daughters and I assisted in applying her make-up and fixing her hair for the viewing of her funeral. I began to tear up and knew that I needed to stop because I could not go to work this way. At this time, my roommate called on my cell phone and asked of she should call my parents to give them her cell number in case something happened with my niece, this way she could call me at work and I told her yes. When we got off the phone I decided to call my sister who lives in a different time zone (2 hours early), because I needed to tell her how I felt.

Of course I woke her up, but she knew from the sound of my voice that I was upset so she was ready to listen; she also said she had been up all night pacing up and down the stairs unable to sleep. I told her that if something bad happens, then I needed someone to know that I already knew. I also said that I felt as though the closer I got to work, the more I wanted to pull over and cry, at this time my phone clicked in, and I knew this was it! I told my sister I had to take the call, that this was going to be the bad news and that I would call her back.

I answered the call and it was my roommate calling to tell me that she talked to my parents and my father had told her that my cousin Pauline (named after my grandmother and my Aunt Celia's daughter), had died early that morning. Of course I was very distraught and had to pull my car over because I was crying and could not drive. I called my sister back to tell her the bad news; I was so hysterical because of all the dreams and feelings that I had before finding out what had happened and feeling so angry that I could not figure it out in time to see her. I also found out later that day that she died in the same hospital that I work in and was pronounced dead after CPR efforts had been unsuccessful at 4:44 a.m.

I cannot seem to get rid of this strange feeling about all of this and I feel the need to talk to someone, because none of this makes any sense to me. It may all mean nothing, but it feels too strong, and I can't get it off of my mind.