WAKE UP CALL — precog dream | November 2000 (going through divorce at the time)
In this dream, I woke up to the phone ringing. When I looked at the clock on my nightstand, the time read 2A. I picked up the phone, and there was a policeman on the other end who said, with a very heavy Irish accent, “We have your husband. He is in some trouble.”
I asked the officer what he did, and he replied, “I’m sorry, miss, I am not at liberty to say.” I asked several times if he could tell me what he did or how bad the circumstances were, but he just kept repeating, “I’m sorry, miss, I am not at liberty to say.”
This went on and on, and finally I responded with an aggravated tone, “If you are not at liberty to say, then why did you call me? Can I please talk to him?”
The officer still refused. I then offered him a bribe with cookies or lasagna (why lasagna, I do not know), and finally he agreed to let me talk to him.
My then-husband got on the phone and said, “Hey, I am in some trouble. I need you to help me. Can you come and bail me out?”
With his comment still hanging in the air, “Hey, I am in some trouble. I need you to help me. Come and bail me out,” the phone rang, but this time it rang in real time.
When I woke up to see what time it was, the clock read 1:59A (one minute before the time on the clock in my dream).
On the other end of the phone was my then-husband, calling me from a phone booth (remember phone booths? lol).
He said to me, “Hey, I am in some trouble. Sean (or C for short) and I were at the club, and he took off with some girls and left me stranded without a ride home. I must have dropped my wallet and I need you to come and bail me out.”
[This was my first precog dream that I actually remembered and wrote down. I will never forget this dream, as it was so, so real. Fifteen years later, and I can still hear myself trying to convince the Irish-speaking officer with cookies and lasagna . . .]