Date
or Time: January,
1996
Orlando Ferrante
I
had this strange dream I was driving around on a winding road with my
friend Eric and another guy I did not know. The guy seemed to be a friend
of Eric's and had longer dirty blonde hair, and was about the same age
or maybe younger than Eric. I was in the front seat, Eric was driving,
and this person was in the back seat. Eric and he were talking the whole
time and it seemed as though I wasn't there. The road turned into a
series of sharp turns, and Eric was traveling too fast to keep up with
the changing road. We crashed into what looked like a rock wall off the
side of the road. I can clearly remember the sound of impact and then
everything was real quiet. I did not receive a scratch, and neither did
Eric, but the guy in the back was hurt pretty bad. He was conscious, but
groggy and was pleading for help. The car was a wreck and my cellular
phone was destroyed and it was like there was nobody else around, and
there wasn't a sound. Eric stayed with him while I walked to get some
help. After a while of walking turned up nothing, I returned to the site
and the guy was in real bad shape. Eric said that he didn't think he was
going make it. I looked down at the injured guy and his eyes closed for
the last time.
Outcome:
Two days later I spoke to Eric and
asked if he knew of any friends who had passed away recently. In shock,
he told me that two days prior he had been to a friend's funeral. His
friend was from California and died from complications due to a car
wreck. I described the guy in my dream to Eric and he could not believe
that I had just described his friend exactly. |