When Gabe was five years old Terry dreamed Gabe had a heart problem. The next morning at Gabe's five year check up, the doctor heard a heart murmur. It turned out to be nothing serious, but when I called Terry at work to let him know we had to go in for an echocardiogram he fell dead silent. He asked if I was kidding. I said no and asked him why would I joke about that and what was wrong with him. He told me about his dream and I got really scared. He called Gabe's doctor and wanted to know everything, even telling the pediatrician about his dream (and assured them he was not insane).
Prior to this he had another dream "come true." That's now two specific dreams in a year that had hinted at an experience that would occur next morning.
This morning I woke up to an early call from Terry. He said, "Something bad happened." I immediately sat up and asked him what. He told me what happened, which scared the hell out of me but was glad to hear he was fine, and he said, "I had one of my dreams." I wasn't following. He spelled it out, "I had a dream about [situation in war that had just happened] and it came true. It was so vivid, I knew it was one of my 'dreams.' "
In his dream he had run out to give support in a firefight and forgot his gear (all I'm thinking is - body armor, body armor, body armor.) There were other details in the dream, but the point is that I realized that the dream may have saved him. It made him stop and make sure he had everything before going to do what he needed to do.
I got a little crazy and started to cry. It was a terrible reminder that he's still in danger and
So, three times is a charm. My husband has a sixth sense. Now if only I could get him to read my mind...