When I was about 16, I had a dream that three other ladies and I were standing by an old fashioned bed with metal posts. We were looking down on the bed, and someone was lying in it. I'm not sure who it was, but the person was dead.

In this dream, I had to phone Uncle Harold using the phone box down the road. (I did have an Uncle Harold, but hadn't seen him since I was very young). I went to the front door of the house but for some reason I couldn't get out, and I was very scared. I think something was either blocking the door or the house was surrounded. So I remember going to the back door, sneaking out and going down the lane to the phone box. I picked up the phone to ring Uncle Harold. Then I woke up.

A few days later, it was my little brothers prize-giving at school. I helped him get ready so he was looking smart, and waited for Mum to get home to take him there. She didn't come, and we thought she had forgotten about it and had let us down. Hours went by, and my brother missed the prize giving.

Then the door opened and my mum came in. She told us she had been with Gran all day, that she had pneumomia and was very ill. Later that night, the news came that Gran had died, and we went to see her.

All of a sudden I had a flashback to my dream. Three other women and I were looking down on Gran in her bed (my mum, aunt, and sister -- we were the four people she had left in the world). The bed was very old fashioned with metal bed posts just like the one in my dream. I realised that the person who was dead, who I was looking down on in the dream, was my Gran.

I was told to go and ring Uncle Harold to let him know Gran has passed away! This was very weird, but I didn't say anything to my mother, as I thought it could be upsetting. When I got to the front door, I couldn't get out as we were having our door repainted. So I had to go out the back door and down the lane to use the phone box!

Katherine E
England
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Posted 12-01-05