One day later, I’m sitting at work and I go home for lunch to see my husband. He is walking around the living room in circles because he had received a call that Kimungu had been killed in a car accident. He didn’t know if it was true or not and we didn’t know how to find out. I dug out the notebook that he wrote his mom’s number on and my husband called. All I heard my husband say was when and how. Then I knew. It was true. Kimungu was gone. My gut feeling had been true, and my instincts right all along. It was one of the worst days in my life. I didn’t know how to comfort my husband after he had lost his truest, deepest friend. My world was turned upside down.
A few days later I was on my way to New Jersey to meet Kimungu’s mom and go to his funeral. I knew exactly what to expect. I knew what his mom looked like and what the gravesite would behold. It was like I had been there already. I hugged his mother and cried with her, and I described the gravesite to my husband before I even got there.
Even though it didn’t happen exactly how it did in my dream it still happened and for some reason I am plagued with this strange intuition. I have dreamed of my own death when I was in High School, and it’s weird but things in that specific dream are already in place and I’m just waiting and watching for that day. I already know what to expect and I try to live my life to the fullest so that when that day does come, I’ll be ready. We all have to pay attention to our dreams and what they become.
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