The night before the ice storm I had a nightmare that there was girls trying to hang me from the shower rod in our apartment bathroom.
That nightmare woke me up & in front of my tv stand I thought it was my son who was 8 years old at the time dressed in his hockey gear but the face was just black. There was no face just black space where the face should be. When I realized it wasn’t my son I tried to wake my husband up & it faded away before I could wake up the husband.
The next day the husband wanted to go with his friend to buy me a second hand computer & I didn’t want him to go because I was too scared after seeing that I didn’t want to be home alone.
Shortly after he left I heard sirens & had a bad feeling. He had been in a accident & his arm broke in 7 spots & had to be taken to hospital & have surgery.
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