I was in Stevenage, asleep in bed with my husband, when I was awoken by my friend coming into the bedroom
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The Art of Dying – Drs Peter and Elizabeth Fenwick
I was born in London, and from the age of four to fifteen my best friend was a Spanish boy who lived opposite. We drifted apart as we became older, and I married and moved to Stevenage, but every time I returned to London to see my parents he would pop in and say hello.
Some time later I was in Stevenage, asleep in bed with my husband, when I was awoken by my friend coming into the bedroom. I was amazed to see him as he didn't even know where I lived. In a shocked voice I asked him what he was doing there and quickly glanced at my husband who was amazingly still asleep. I couldn't understand how he had not heard him come in.
My friend said he had just come to see me, whereupon he gave me a cuddle and left. The following morning the 'dream' was still very vivid and I wondered what was wrong with me to suddenly be dreaming about someone who, although we were close, I had never dreamt of before, or even thought of very often. I had a busy life with two children.
Approximately two weeks later I went to see my parents in London and my Dad gave me the awful news that my friend had been killed in a car accident in the early hours of the morning some two weeks previously. He was only about 22. I wish I had put the dream on the calendar as I cannot be sure if it was the same night that he died. But the coincidence is amazing.
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Observation contributed by: Francis Keeble