|Joined: ||Mon Oct 15th, 2007|
|Location: ||Indiana USA|
OK - here's my " believe it or not " story. Growing up in a small town I was part of a group of 7 kids that were always doing stuff together. Our parents always referred to the group as " The 7 Musketeers ". Anyway - after high school ended we split up going to different CEGEPS ( in Quebec we only go to Grade 11 ) so the group was not as tight as it used to be. Anyway - one night I had this weird dream that the group was back together standing in a cemetary but there were only 6 of us. I couldn't tell just who was missing but one member of the group was definitely not there. It wasn't a very long dream and ended with everybody walking away in different directions. The next day I got a call from my Dad who told me that Scott Cameron ( one of The 7 Muskateers ) was killed the night before in a driving accident. Thinking about that right now still gives me the creeps. That doesn't surprise me. When I was 14 my best friend died of a brain tumor and at school the day he died, I got a cold chill in class and asked to go to the bathroom and about 30 minutes later the Principal made the announcement that Mike had passed away half an hour before, right around the time I got the chills.
My mom knew her dad died even before the hospital had called, as she dreamed it and was telling us her dream when the hospital called, and no sooner than she had hung up the phone with the hospital, my aunt(her twin sister) called asking if Dad had died as she had the same dream