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the premonition

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Premonition

The sun beat down on my face. I sat with my two friends Laura and Jennifer. It was almost time for our 10 yr class reunion and we were just loungin by the pool. I could hear Jennifer and Laura laughing about something when someone else sat on the other side of me.

I looked to my left and saw her, I couldn't see her face. She wore a big floppy black sunhat that covered her face to match her midnight black swim suit made her pale white porcelaine skin shine. Her light pink lips begin to move as she sits forward as to whisper to me.

" I'm going to tell you something you cannot tell anyone else."

I'm interested in who she is and what she has to say so I sit up and lean forward, her face still not shown to me.

" I'm dying BUT you can't tell anyone."

I sit stunned while my other friends carry on being silly. I look away for a moment and turn back and the pale skinned woman who just told me she is dying is gone.

I feel myself shaking, I sit up straight in bed, sweat on my head, my husband beside me, his hand on my shoulder.

" Babe, you okay ? You were struggling in your sleep."

I laid back down trying to breathe slowly as I assured my husband I was fine.

The next day the dream dogged me and wore me down.

A few nights later she appeared again to me in my dream again by the pool I was lounging at.

This time I saw her hair,fire red, freckles like lace sleeve covered her arms and chest. Her voice now recognizable to me but her face still covered except her ice blue eyes and her rosey cheeks.

" I'm going to tell you something you cannot tell anyone else, " she says to me again.

" Why are you doing this to me, ? " I cry

I awake to my husband shaking me awake again, tears streaming down my face. He holds me close until I stop shaking

I was afraid to sleep , that I would dream of this mysterious friend or was it an enemy ? My mind was tired and my heart hurt. I called my mother and explained the dreams. My mother is a bit cooky in the department of the third eye but I have always had the ability to maybe see before it happened once in awhile but as I aged the ability stopped. My mother explained that someone was probably trying to reach me through brain waves but since my brain is so stressed and cluttered with life that it's coming thru in a way to kinda smack me in the face and tell me to listen..

I take this with a grain of salt and go on with my day, but tonight the last dream comes and the intensity is unbearable.

As my dream begins I stop the mysterious woman from telling me and I cry to her to stop telling me she's dying. I know but don't know who she is and I can't bear it anymore.

I want this to end, I refuse to feel this pain again and I can hear myself crying out thru the dream. I'm shaken awake again from a husband who thinks I'm losing my mind.

Three days later I visit my classmates.com for my high school to gather info on the reunion when I see a posted blog about a death of one of our classmates.

Her name was Kelly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. kelly was a sweet girl, red flame hair, freckles and pale porecelain skin, she died from Lukeimia. We had bowled together on a youth league for many years and she was such a riot. I sat there in disbelief and cried.

I called my husband and let him know that one of my classmates with red hair and freckles and porcelain skin had died, he didn't know what to say, it was to eerie to even want to think about.

So now a days when I dream of someone dying, needless to say things get antsy