I was reading "Parting visions: pre-death visions and spiritual experiences" last night and it brought back a premonition dream, or maybe you'd call it a real time dream. Mmm... Actually I don't know what you'd call it; anyway, it happened when I was in Oregon, about three months before my other story. I'd forgotten all about it until I read a story somewhat similar in the above mentioned book.
It was a Friday or Saturday night, I don't remember which, I only know that it was a weekend night. I remember that because I thought it odd at the time that even though I had lots of money in my pocket and all night to do it in with no school tomorrow that I chose to come home early and do nothing. I'd just been to a pizza place/game room in town that was not a chain, privately owned by a man named "john". I remember his name because before moving to Oregon I went to a hangout called johns snack shack back home that had games and pool tables and was a hangout for teens and hanger ons. The place local there in rainier was downtown. It had the best toasted ham and cheese sandwiches on the planet. It makes me hungry now just thinking of them. My dad was gone and I had the house to myself when I got home. It must have been about 9:30 because I had time to make something to eat (4 hotdogs and a can of Popeye spinach), before the tonight show came on at 10:30. I'd just finished cleaning up after myself and had set down in the recliner in front of the TV. The music started... Do do do do do... Dmm dmm dmm... Now heeeeerrreeeesss Johnny. And I was out.
The next thing I knew, I was in my car, back home just taking off from a very familiar corner light with friend 1 and 2 in the front seat with me and probably 4 people in the back. Just as we took off friend 2 looked back and said,"Hey there's (friend 3). He's running after us". I saw him in the rear view mirror and started to stop, then it dawned on me, (I'll just refer to them as 1, 2, or 3 now), that 3 was dead. We all looked at each other in the front seat and we all knew that he was. They started yelling go go go! So I started speeding up, as I pulled away I could see that he was trying to flag me down and tell me something that seemed really important, then I woke up. Johnny was doing his monologue. I looked around and realized it was just a dream. I couldn't believe I had gone to sleep so fast. I got me a big glass of milk and sat back down to watch the tonight show. I'd just set back down and, Out again.
This time it was just me and friend number 1 in the car. He looked back in a panicky sort of way and said, "He's still coming! Go go go!" I looked down at the speed and I was the same place I had been in the last dream, just starting and going about 20 and speeding up. I could see him catching up to us and out of the corner of my eye I could plainly see him wildly waving his arms at me and trying to tell me something. But I knew he was dead and only wanted to get away from a dead guy. I woke up. I was kind of freaking out because I remembered that I had dreamed the continuance of another dream and it had picked up where it left off and even after I had got up for a minute. I didn't want to go back to sleep because since it had gone down from all of us in the car to just me and friend 1, I was scared to think of what it might be if I went back to sleep. I paced the floor for a minute and considered leaving, but I didn't want to get into my car at that moment. I looked out the door and didn't want to go out in the dark. I sat back down and just told myself that I was definitely not going to sleep. I turned the TV up took a big drink of milk, l Johnny was still doing his monologue and I went right out again.
This time it was just me in the car, I was really scared and hit the gas. I saw the speedometer climbing, saw him waving his arms outside my window and moving his mouth trying to tell me something, and then he wasn't there anymore. I slowly looked to my left and sighed with relief. When I looked back at the road I realized he was setting in the seat beside me. He just looked at me with a sad look and a kind of questioning, like, why didn't you just listen to me? I felt guilty and scared at the same time. Then I woke up. I got up and knew I had to do something. I decided to call friend 1 back in Oklahoma. While it was ringing I realized that Johnny's monologue had just ended and the commercial had just come on. How can that be, I thought. How could I just pass out three times in the 15 minutes or so it takes him to do his monologue? And I also realized that friend 1 wouldn't be home because he would still be out partying or just carousing until all hours of the morning. His sister answered and after a few minutes of catching up and just before hanging up she said, he just walked in. As soon as he got on the phone I said, you'll never guess what I just dreamed about, and he said, you'll never guess what just happened. I was on the way home near the corner of ___ and ___ and friend 3 and his cousins were out partying and swerved towards me whooping and hollering and honking then ran the light there and went under a semi truck. It killed them all. I was the last person to see them alive. I then told him of my dream. I have since wondered what he would have told me that would have been useful if I had of stopped and listened.