This is the first one I can remember having a dream that came true. I don't know if I was dreaming or if I wandered into some kind of state through meditation. It was around the same time I had started meditating, right before bed, and I sometimes would fall asleep in the middle of it.
In this dream, I was riding down a country road with my boyfriend, Jeff, in his recently bought '95 Mustang. It felt real. We went around a curve, off into a field, and head on into a telephone pole. I was then out of my body and realized we had both died instantly. There was suddenly the shadow of a man there wearing a trench coat and hat, like a detective or private investigator or something.
He told me, in my head rather than vocally, "It doesn't have to happen like that you know," and suddenly everything rewound, and it all started over. This time, we jumped the bank into the field, and Jeff cut it hard to the right. We hit the telephone pole, Jeff was knocked into me, and we both died. I was out of my body again standing next to that man who was now smoking a cigarette, but I still couldn't see his face. I told him, "I don't want that to happen either!"
So rewind we go! We're driving, jump over the embankment, and I am out of my seat about to hit the windshield, but I push myself back down into the seat. We head for the pole, Jeff cuts it to the right, and we hit. Jeff dies. I told the apparition in my dream I didn't like that scenario either.
He asked me how I wanted it to happen. I replied I didn't want it to happen at all. He said it had to happen. I told him I don't want either of us to die! He replied so be it! He took a long last drag off his cigarette and he tossed it to the road. I looked up in the sky, and saw a full moon, and was suddenly walking through the field we had "crashed" in. I woke up moments later.
That morning I told my boyfriend of the dream, and he was like, "That's not very nice!" Later on I wrote the dream in my journal and forgot about it.
About two weeks later, I was riding with Jeff on the last pizza delivery he had that night, and for some dumb reason we turn the wrong way out of the customer's driveway. Instead of turning around, Jeff figured he'd take another road back just down the way.
We were cruising along at about 60 mph, when we come to this curve. It should have been taken at maybe 45, but we hit it at 55, which usually wasn't a big deal in his Mustang. But this time it was different. We started fish tailing violently. (Later found out due to the sway bar snapping... Which is a component that makes sports cars kind of tilt like a skateboard to help take curves and turns.) Jeff tries frantically to regain control, but to no avail. He sees the field ahead, and takes the opportunity to get the car there as it was safer than what was happening. Thank God no cars were coming!
He aims for the field, we jump the embankment, and I start coming out of my seat into the windshield. (You'd think my dumb butt would be wearing a seatbelt at all times after the dream! But no!) I push myself off the windshield and back into my seat right as we land. Jeff cuts the wheel. We are headed right for the phone pole! He cuts the wheel again, and we hit the telephone pole, and swing around that sucker like a ride at the fair! We spun so fast that the glass from the back window breaking landed on the hood.
Freaking out, we both jump out of the car, worried it would catch fire as we both smelled gas. That car was wrapped around the telephone pole like a fortune cookie!
Moments later a State Trooper (who was a real jerk) showed up. Jeff got a ticket for crossing the center line. He got out of the ticket with the insurance company's claim on the sway bar.
Shortly after, paramedics and the fire department showed up. They looked at me and Jeff like we were freaks as we survived that kind of wreck not wearing seatbelts. They kept saying you should be dead! But we didn't have a scratch on either of us. One firefighter said if that pole had hit three inches more towards the front of the car, Jeff would have bounced into me, and it would have killed us both.
The dream came back to me. I walked down the field smoking a cigarette. I looked up to the sky thanking God I was alive, and saw the full moon. It was just like the dream, and everything felt surreal and like deja vu. Well of course deja vu! I had experienced it already!
I wondered if the dream saved our lives. Was this a psychic encounter of some kind? Though it happened ten years ago it still baffles me. Any commentary and advice to this sort of thing will be much appreciated, as I have had similar experiences.
Thank you for reading! I look forward to your feedback.