I was around 13 years old at the time, and had been devastated the year before with the loss of by beloved father to cancer. I had always been very sensitive to the paranormal and could see and hear things that I mostly kept to myself.
After dad had passed I pretty much shut down and had no use for people or anything on a spiritual level. All of my ability to see and hear things was shut down as well. We had the most wonderful neighbors who were more like family and looked after me and mom after dad died.
Bill and Wanda were in their 30's at the time and had two children, life was good for them and it helped to know they cared for us as well. I spent most of my time locked away in my room reading, and Bill would always stop by and check on me saying the kids are outside looking for you, to come out and enjoy the day. I declined mostly, but soon I started to laugh again and wanted to be around people. I felt like everything was going to be OK.
My grandmother was psychic and taught me a lot about my abilities, my mother was very superstitous but never talked about those things with me much.
One night I was asleep and dreaming of a baby being born to a strange woman in a hospital operating room, I had no idea who the woman was or why I was there. This happened three nights in a row, same dream nothing changed. Now on the three nights I woke up covered in sweat and scared, I sat up a few minutes and looked around my room, (NOW I AM FULLY AWAKE BY THIS TIME) In the corner of my room by the closet was a surgeon dressed in full scrubs, mask, gloves, hat etc, Holding a new born baby out to me, his eyes were crystal blue and staring right at me, just holding this little newborn baby out to me. I could not move I was so scared. I finally got the nerve to close my eyes and open them he was gone. (I want to state again I WAS FULLY AWAKE AT THIS TIME.) I screamed for my mom and told her what happened. Her response was" When you dream of a birth a death will soon occur" (and vice versa).
Now my mom is really into the superstitous so I believed her. The sad and eerie part of my story is what happened at 5am that morning. My neighbor got up to eat breakfast got a glass of milk out of his fridge and dropped dead of a massive heart attack at 7:30am same morning. To make it even creepier my dad had crystal blue eyes and that was all I could see of the surgeons face.
Did I have a premonition of my neighbor's death?
Was it my dead father telling me it was going to happen?
Was it the Angel of Death trading the newborn for my neighbors place here on earth?
Too many questions on this one. But if you have any thoughts please let me know