Here’s a third synchronicity that Christine shared with us. Once again, it involves precognition.
It was the last few months of grad school and most of us were excited to be nearing the end of our coursework. I had concerns about a dear friend and classmate of mine who was in her early 60s. She had powered through the program while working full-time as a special ed teacher, working as an intern at a homeless shelter, keeping up with coursework, and also trying to complete her thesis. She finally accepted that she would not be able to graduate on time with us.
Over the four months prior to graduation, I had a reoccurring dream where I would be standing in front of my friend talking to her and then would see her age 20 years to about age 80 or 90 right in front of my eyes. I kept encouraging her to go to the doctor and she would, but they just couldn’t find anything wrong with her.
I had also been working closely with two Native American elders that had been running sweat lodges and vision quest ceremonies. I had chosen to do a vision quest ceremony and had the strangest feeling that something very bad was going to happen to a close friend or family member while I was in my ceremony. I told several people about this strange feeling, but everyone reassured me that all would be fine.
As I completed the beautiful ceremony and began to return back go my normal life, I started checking my messages and realized that she was in the hospital. She had been diagnosed with stage 4 uterine cancer. When I went to visit her daily for the next two weeks, I saw the image of my friend that I had in the dream appear before my eyes. She had aged so much over just several weeks. I was further devastated, because I was moving back to Colorado and could no longer visit her daily. I would call her and tried my best to support her from a distance.
One night, I began to lucid dream. In the dream, I found my friend in the hospital, and I told her she could leave here if she didn’t want to stay. We left together and went driving up State Street in Santa Barbara. I took her to her favorite spot by the ocean. In a moment of spontaneous emotion and love, I fell to my knees and told her how much I loved her as a friend, mentor, and teacher. I told her that none of the love and wisdom she gave me would ever be wasted. I urged her to go be free, leave her physical body, and not worry about any of us and she drifted away.
Upon awaking from this dream, I was tearful and my heart grieving for her, I called the hospital. I asked a mutual friend who had been there with her if she had passed away, because I just had a dream. My friend replied astonishingly, “She took her last breath peacefully in her sleep just moments ago.” Was there some level of reality to the dream I had? I would like to think so.