I have two dreams like this...sort of anyways. I'm in the fourth grade, and I have a very vivid dream that it's night time, and my parents are both wearing white clothes and they are moving boxes out of the house. They do this for some time while I watch. The door to our house leads out to a deck, and directly exiting the door is a waist high banister. It's there because below are a set of cement stairs leading to a basement door. Anyways, in my dream my parents are moving a large box outside, and my dad falls over the banister and lands at the bottom unconscious in a heap. Red starts coming through is clothes at his chest. I was obviously very upset and asked my mom what we should do? Shouldn't we do something? She just kept moving boxes out of the house on her own, and told me that there was nothing we could do to change it. When I woke up, I was literally shaking and I couldn't go back to sleep. The next day I went to school and came home, just like always...but my dad didn't. This was before cell phones so we weren't sure what had happened to him. It turns out that he'd had a heart attack while driving home from work, and was lucky enough to pull over at a fire station before it got too bad. They took him to the hospital and finally we were contacted. It was a fairly serious hear attack. At the time, I didn't pay the dream much mind, but it stayed with me. Fast forward to when I'm 18. I'd just moved out of my parent's house into an apartment with a friend. My friend was out of town and I was at the apartment by myself. I went to bed, and had the exact same dream after all those years. I woke up at around eleven at night and I couldn't go back to sleep. I really wanted to call my parent's house because after the first dream so many years ago, I was actually pretty worried because I associated it with my dad's heart attack. I knew they would be asleep, and I thought I was being silly so I just sat on the couch to watch some TV for a bit before going back to sleep. My mom called about an hour later to tell me that my dad had had a major heart attack and she was leaving with the paramedics for the hospital and I should meet her there if I could. Twice I've had the dream. Twice my dad has had a heart attack immediately after. I'm not sure if it's coincidence. It doesn't feel like it is. After a quadruple bi-pass, my dad is still alive and kicking thank goodness, but I know if I ever have that dream again I won't hesitate to act on it and wake them up in the middle of the night if need be. Better to do it and have it be a false alarm. I actually told my dad about the dreams, and he laughed and said that he'd head straight for the emergency room if I have it again. This is the only time something like this has happened to me ever. Unless it's winning lottery ticket numbers, I hope it never happens again.
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