The Dream That Warned
A story of a son's intuition and a father's narrow escape. Based on a real story.
The Dream That Warned
It began so simply. Daniel dreamed of a routine chore every night: taking out the trash with his father. They would step outside, the night air cool against their skin, and walk to the curb with the trash bag. Across the busy street, their old trash can waited, but they always had to pause, waiting for the stream of cars to pass.
The street was always busy in the dream, filled with headlights cutting through the darkness and the steady hum of engines. Daniel and his father would stand patiently, watching the flow of traffic before making their way across.
For five nights, the dream repeated itself the same way. Daniel didn't think much of it; it was just a dream. But on the fifth night, everything changed. This time, as they stood at the curb, his father grew impatient. In the dream, Daniel watched in horror as his father stepped into the street without looking. The screech of tires and the sickening thud that followed jolted him awake, heart pounding and drenched in sweat. He could still see the car’s headlights and hear the echo of that terrible sound.
The dream left Daniel shaken, a lingering fear settling in the pit of his stomach. But as the days passed, he began to forget about it. Life’s daily routines took over, and the repetitive dream faded into the background of his mind.
A few days later, on a typical afternoon, his father called out to him. "Hey, Daniel, I’m taking out the trash and then heading to the market. Want to come along?"
Without hesitation, Daniel agreed. He enjoyed these little trips with his dad, a chance to talk and share moments away from their busy lives. As they approached the curb, the scene from his dream rushed back to him with startling clarity. The same busy street, the same sense of urgency in the air.
"Dad, wait," Daniel said, his voice urgent.
His father turned to him, puzzled. "What’s wrong?"
"Just wait for the cars to pass," Daniel insisted, his heart racing.
His father nodded, and they stood there, watching the flow of traffic. But just like in the dream, impatience flickered across his father’s face. When a gap appeared in the traffic, his father moved to step into the street.
Time seemed to slow down. Daniel saw the huge truck his father had missed—moving fast, too fast. Instinctively, he grabbed his father's shirt and pulled him back onto the curb. The truck sped past them, missing his father by inches. The rush of wind and the roar of the engine left them both stunned.
His father turned to him, eyes wide with shock.
"The dream," Daniel said, his voice shaking. "I had a dream about this. You got hit by a car in the dream. It was bad"
His father stared at him, the gravity of what had just happened sinking in."That dream, whatever it was, it saved me."
From that day on, Daniel couldn’t shake the feeling that dreams held more power than he had ever imagined. The recurring dream that had haunted his nights had ultimately saved his father's life. It left him with a deep respect for the mysteries of the mind and a belief in the potential for dreams to warn and protect.
Whenever he felt a sense of déjà vu or an inexplicable gut feeling, he would pause and listen, remembering the dream that had once warned him of danger and led him to save his father's life. To this day, Daniel holds onto the belief that sometimes, the mind knows more than we realize, and dreams can be more than just figments of our imagination—they can be whispers of the future, urging us to act.



Comments (3)
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