This is the remainder of my experience titled "Scary Dreams Coming True". It doesn't involve dreams anymore, because after the chain of dreams last summer I quit dreaming all together. This I thought was strange, not dreaming? However, I continued to know things before they happened.
For example while outside with my husband I said to him that my sister was coming up the hill and no more than 30 seconds later he spotted her car. We were not expecting her. This was the first time I said it aloud. At this point I began saying most of them aloud to validate that I wasn't just imagining it. Now the story gets a bit strange.
It is February 2008 and I just started dreaming again but not often, and still know little things before they happen. I quit talking about them though. This particular Friday night was ordinary, I had just watched my son's competition at school and got in my car to go home. The time was around 8:15pm. Just when I was pulling out of the school parking lot my body began to hurt.
By the time I got home about 20 minute later I was hurting pretty bad. I went in and sat on the couch, where my husband was playing with my youngest son. He immediately noticed that there was something wrong. I didn't know what but my whole body was hurting, even the tops of my hands and feet. He suggest later that maybe I was getting the flu and I agreed.
Between 10:00pm and 10:30pm the pain had got to the point I had tears. I wasn't crying from the pain, my body was. At that point my husband told me I needed to go to bed. I took his advice. When I woke the next morning and got out of bed, every muscle was sore. WOW! The pain was gone, but it left me very sore. I joke with my son asking him if he beat me up with a baseball bat or something while I was asleep. I told my husband I must had got hit by a train last night. It didn't seem like the flu to me I felt fine and had plenty of energy no fever, nothing else.
Later that morning my cousin called, her boyfriend had fell asleep at the wheel and rolled his car three times while on his way to visit her. (He is fine!) We didn't talk again until Tuesday. By Monday night almost all of my sore muscles were better. I told her what had happened to me and that I was feeling better now. He had left his home between 8pm and 8:30pm and got in the accident between 10 and 10:30pm. There were no witnesses to his accident. The car had rolled off the freeway in to a ditch on the side where nobody passing by could see it. He made his way out of the car and to the side of the freeway, tried to flag down some help, but no one stopped. He then walked to a gas station where he called my cousin and the police to get some help. She also told me that he said it was really strange because he wasn't hurting that bad.
However, by monday night he had started hurting and she had told him he needed to get to the doctor. My cousin believed I took his pain from him. She also believed that if he were feeling it there is no way he could have got out of the car and to a gas station for help. He was already very lucky to be alive. She also thinks that when my pain started going away I was giving it back to him. She also pointed out that she has notice this happen in the past with me but didn't want to say anything. I would probably have dismiss it then, but not now.
Another interesting piece to this is that earlier Friday my cousin had been over. When I left to watch my son, she left to go home and get ready to go to a late show when her boyfriend got there. When my pain began at 8:15pm or so I actually thought of a car accident and briefly wondered if she made it up the hill ok. But it was 4 hours later and I dismissed it. She and I are very close and in four hours if something had happened I would have gotten a call.