As a young girl, I had many dreams and premonitions. It wasn’t that my family discouraged it, but most did not encourage it.
When I was 15 years old, I woke up screaming one night. I had had one of ‘those’ dreams, the really vivid, I’m-in-it, brightly colored, full-surround-sound kind of dream. I dreamed that one of my friends from school was drunk and driving a car with three other classmates in it. They were laughing, partying, the music was loud. They were on a tree-lined, back country road. As they rounded a bend, she failed to negotiate the turn and the car slammed into the stone bridge abutment, bursting into flames. I knew at least one person in the car died on impact.