Possible Interconnectedness

By Sean Terhune

On Sunday, November 19, 2006, I had a nightmare, although some people I've told don't think it was a dream. I was lying in bed around midnight and suddenly a darkness enveloped the room. The next thing I knew, my blankets and pillows were being moved over my face and something was sitting on top of me pushing the blankets and pillows into my face. I actually felt something on me. The blankets and pillows kept getting shoved further and further into my face, and I felt the life being drained out of me.

I began reaching for a rosary I keep on my teddy bear. I could barely move my arm to get to the rosary, but I was able to get my index finger to it and, with what felt like my last breath of life, I was able to barely squeak out, "In the name of Jesus, I rebuke you!" After I squeaked that phrase out twice, I was suddenly sitting up in bed. My bed looked as if a struggle had happened and my clock indicated that only a few minutes had gone by.

Just 48 hours later, on Tuesday night, I had another dream. I dreamt that I was talking to my mom while she was sitting at a vanity brushing her hair. I couldn't see her face either on her or in the mirror reflection. Perhaps this was due to where I was standing in the dream. My mom kept telling me that she needed me and for me to come home immediately. Keep in mind that my mom passed away in 1998.

Exactly 48 hours after this second dream, I received a phone call from my best friend's parents - on Thanksgiving night - telling me that my best friend's father-in-law died only several hours before of a massive heart attack.

I must admit that I'm quite perplexed. Did I dream about death using myself in lieu of my friend's father-in-law or was it just a giant coincidence that the first dream, the second dream, and his death were all 48 hours apart?

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