So the first dream was that my husband R was in an airplane. The tail broke off, the airplane crashed and everyone died. I was devastated. I remember crying in the dream and having people comfort me.
I woke up shaken.
Got out of bed (after making sure R was breathing!) and walked around a bit. Got back to bed, back to sleep…
The next dream was the same airplane, same crash, but R survived. A doctor…somewhere, in my head I think…told me that even though he survived the crash, he had contracted a virus that would kill him in three days.
R seemed fine, we were not totally convinced he would suddenly die in 3 days. I went to work, he went to work. The second day he went to some kind of movie/comic convention out of town.
I remember I wanted to go, was jealous and nervous he was there alone so close to the third day. He stayed the night and called me the morning of the third day. He sounded really sick..congested, coughing etc. I told him he’d better come home right away, that maybe the prediction was coming true. He told me no, he was fine, he wanted to stay with his friends. I got off the phone with him and knew I would never see him again.
I woke up with the impression he’d died.
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Horrible stuff, huh?
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