I Knew Someone Would Die

Bonita - dreams are so fuzzy. Once when about 10 dreamed I got a phone call and my dad was passing. I was jingling keys. I told my mom at breakfast, upset, and she said, "Don't tell your dad!" Well, I was in my thirties. My dad was very sick, cancer. Was about to leave the house to go over there, went a lot, when the phone rang. The doc had been there and said he would pass soon. I remember looking down at the keys in my hand. Some dreams may just be due to TV and some may be due to the future. It could be something seventy years from now. I hope it's at least that long for your husband.

I dreamt about my mother dying approximately a year and a half before she passed away. In my dream, I was I driving a car with my mom in the front seat and my grandmother in the back. My grandmother (my mom's mom) had passed away from cancer about six years earlier. Anyway, we got to some destination, I don't know where we were, but my mom and grandmother got out of the car and started walking together, hand in hand. I yelled out, "Wait!" The whole time I was thinking in my head, "Why is mom going with her?!" My grandmother said, "You can't go where we're going..." And they walked off.

Then my dream moved into part two. I was in my grandmother's old church walking down the middle aisle. I was wearing my dress greens (military uniform for special occasions) and holding my girl twin in my arms. At the end of the aisle in front of the pulpit was a casket. I could feel my panic rising with each step, but I couldn't see who was in the casket. When I finally got in front of it, I looked down and saw my mother lying in the casket. I can't even put into words the sickening horror and grief I felt at that moment. It literally felt like my heart was dying. I ran out of the church screaming like a lunatic, and woke up gasping in my bed.

And don't you know, my mother passed away from cancer. We didn't hold her services at my grandmother's old church. But I was wearing my dress greens and holding my daughter while I marched down the aisle to my seat with my mom's casket at the front. I didn't even remember the dream until everything had calmed down after the funeral.

I pay attention to my dreams now. I have so many each week and the ones that are premonitions come true. I am better at determining which ones are literal, speculative, or symbolic. The speculative ones leave me with the option of changing my future. They give me a heads up about a choice that I will have to make. I had one about two weeks ago which prompted me to cancel an out of town visitor's arrival. I was shown the consequences if I allowed them to come into my home. Actually, I had been having a recurring dream about that for about two years. The situation that lead up to the incident was always different, but the outcome was still the same.

Bonita... With out much info to go on, generally... Dreaming of a loved one dying represents something in the relationship dying or simply the fear of loosing him to another... But you could find this on dream sites so is there more ?

I had a dream last night that my husband passed away. Why do people dream of other people dying. What is the cause of that. It is scary to dream of something like this. What does this dream mean? Please help understand!

Writing this - but really want to hear others' experiences. Use to work as an activity director at a nursing home. On average, lost 2 patients (residents) a month. Got money the first of the month for our activities. Most was volunteer though. Anyway, scheduled day-old donuts and angel food cake (for diabetic residents) 2 mornings a month. Social hour. Well had been there almost a year when the registered nurse asked me if I had ever noticed that on the morning of my social hour, usually the night before we had lost someone. They usually went in their sleep or late. I said, "No!" and was horrified. She told me it was good. A pleasant place to discuss it. Didn't sound good to me. So went walking down the hall after she left my office. Halfway down the first hall, heard two women who shared a room. I had just passed out the new calendar, and donut morning was a few days into the month. One said, "Glenda has donuts on *whatever date.* Can't remember. The other woman said, Mr. Glover hasn't been looking too good. Maybe it's him..." My social hour was scaring them too death. After that announced that I wanted surprises, so was just going to show-up with donuts and cake. Called the nursing home, and if all was well, stopped and bought them.

This happened to me several times in the past and I also had a similar experience like yours.

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Hi there you know I often wonder can death be avoided? I know that at times people cause there own death but in a situations as this; could this have been avoided?

The death of your friend was a very hard thing to experience and I am sorry for your loss. I hope your sense of being able to prevent it does not cause you guilt in any way. Having been a distance runner in high school, I have felt like I was going to die many times but never did. So I am not sure what you could have done though in hindsight it is natural to ask these questions I think.

i get those feelings too.
its like in my mind I know someone is going to die.
then either it just happened or will happen soon.

This has happened to me quite a few times over the last 13 years. Try not to feel guilty about it, there isn't much that you can do if you aren't sure who it is that will pass. If you develop your skills more, then maybe you could warn someone... But would they listen? 😕

I am so sorry about what happened to you, but if you feel a strong feeling like that again you should be extra careful. You can use that ability to help people and prevent horrible disasters.

Death must be really strong. I've known quite a few times before, and wondered if I should have done something too. But then, someone told me, "People are meant to die. They are going to..." If you can say or do something, you probably will. I've had a few times where maybe I was able to prevent it... Knowing they are moving on is, I think, just your sensitive nature's way of preparing you for the loss, but you aren't meant to intervene most of the time, from my experience. A few times, maybe. Sadly. Once I tried to intervene at a wrong time and touched a sick person's arm very lightly who was ill (though I knew it was his time) that I wanted to get well. He told me that it "hurt..." Light touch like that had never hurt him before. He knew it was wrong. This was my father. Before that, weeks before he got sick, I sat in the kitchen several nights in the dark, thinking. Once my hubby came in and asked me what was wrong. I told him that we had three children and no one in my family had passed for almost twenty years and it was time. He asked me who, but I told him that it was someone too close. I didn't want to know. Then my dad got sick... I was his "little girl..."