Poor Dog

Back in Oct. 2006, I had a dream about a warm day. Sun was shinning and my husband was home. Then there was an awful sound. Just a screech and a thud. Then the "Oh my God's" were being shouted from every where. The dog had been hit by a truck. It happened so fast. Now she was lying on the front steps bleeding to death. I tried to change my dream, make it stop, or wake up. It felt like a voice said "You need to see it".

Next thing I know, my husband has her in the woods at our home. My two daughters are crying and my husband is over the dog with a hand gun. She was dying and in so much pain. He couldn't stop crying. This is where my dream ended.

This was my dream. It was all in color with sound, smells, and temperature. It scared me so much that I had to tell my husband, my mother and also my best friend.

Three days later, all of this happened. The dog was hit. Every scene that I saw just days before happened. Fortunately, we were able to finally get a hold of an emergency vets office that had been closed when the dog was hit.

This isn't the first premonition that I've had, nor do I expect the last. I just wish I knew how to handle them or change what the outcome could be.