Date or
Time: January,
1992 (54 Pleasant St.)
Orlando Ferrante
In my dream,
I was met by a close friend of mine (in real life I've never seen this
person before in my life). He tells me that there's an old woman,
upstairs in the attic, who can tell me my future. Now, at this point I
am a little skeptical, but I follow him as he guides up the stairs into
the attic. When I enter the room, I see this old woman sitting at an old
oak table. She looks to be in her late 60's or 70's. She's wearing dark
clothes with a multi-color silk scarf in her Grayish-Whitish hair, and
around her neck. She looks at me and tells me to sit down so she could
tell me my future. The room was dark, but I could see her clearly. I'm
sitting in the chair in front of her, and she begins to lay out these
large heavy cards on the table (they were described to me as being Tarot
cards by someone who I told this dream to). The cards had strange
pictures on them, things that I've never seen before. All of a sudden,
she stops, and begins to shake her head while saying: "I see
trouble ahead of you". I said: "What?". She tells me that
I'm going to meet this young girl, and shows me a picture of her. The
photo is black & white, but I could see that she was young, and had
dark brown or black hair. So she says that I'm going to be with this
girl for a while, her name is Linda, and I'm going to accidentally kill
her. I begin to chuckle in a skeptical manor, realizing that this can't
be true and tell her so. She gets very angry at me and says: "What,
you don't believe what I'm saying to you?". I rise from the table
scared and trying to leave when she says: "Wait, If you don't
believe me take a look at this!". She shows me a telephone book,
it's the book of our local provider with the year 1998 on it. She says
"Look, this is where your sister is going to be living in the year
1998". I look at the address, and it says 14-16 Triangle St.
My sister's name reads Maria Smith. At this point I am so scared and
angry, I throw up the table and run down the stairs , screaming
"No!". I trip on one of the stairs and fall. That's when I
wake up.
Outcome:
To this date, there is no outcome. |