Mike was my boyfriend during our freshman, sophmore and half of our junior year in high school. The rest of our junior year, he dated another girl. This girl told his mother horrible lies about things I was supposed to have done to them. Needless to say, his mother came to hate me. She even called and threatened to take out an Emergency Protective Order against me if I didn't leave them alone.

I was dumbstruck because I had not done the things of which she was accusing me. Mike and this girl broke up early in our senior year, and he and I started talking again, as friends. When we would be on the phone and his mother would come into his room, I would tell him to give her a hug and a kiss and to tell her that I loved her. He never did that though; we only laughed about it.

On July 2nd, I had the following dream. It took place in Mike's dining room. Mike was sitting at the head of the table and many of our friends were there with him. His mother was standing behind him rubbing his shoulders. I walked into the room and put my arms around his Mom's neck and hugged and kissed her and told her that I loved her. You could've heard a pin drop in the room because everyone knew that an explosion was about to happen. I woke up sweating like crazy and crying.

The next night, I went to our local hangout and told Mike and another one of our friends about the dream. All three of us laughed because we thought it would never happen.

I woke up on the 4th of July to hear the telephone ringing off the hook. One of my friends was calling to tell me that Mike had died. I immediately went to his house. Several of Mike's friends and family had gathered at his home, waiting for his parents. They were out of town but the police informed them about Mike's death before they got home.

I got myself together, worrying that his mother would lay into me when she found me there in the house. When she finally arrived, she walked straight to me, hugged and kissed me and told me that she loved me. Looking back, all of the people in my dream were there when he passed, in the same places and in the same clothing.

I was very glad not only to tell Mike about my crazy dream, but that our other friend was there to hear it. That way no one would think that I made this story up after he died.

Tassy
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Posted 8-5-09