Well, back when I was attending AIT(Advanced Individual Training), I am a soldier in the US ARMY, I had a very disturbing dream one night. It was a dream about my ex-boyfriend whom i hadn't talked to since I had left home. Well, any way, in my dream I'm back home for some reason and I don't why. For some reason we are getting ready for church and I don't why. My mom, brother, grandmother, no one fills me in on what's going on. We proceed to leave for the church, and when we arrive there it's crowded. Cars up and down the street. We go in the back way, for some reason, I don't why. I tell my Grandmother that I'll be right back and start walking towards the door that leads to the front of the church. As I walk through the door I notice a coffin in front of the the Pastor's podium. I look around a see all of these people mourning. I wonder who it could be so I walk on and take a look inside of the casket. Low and behold it's Greg. I was awakened by a presence in the room. At first, I thought it was my Drill Sergeant doing bed check. But, then I thought why in the world would he just take a seat on top of my desk in the dark? Then it hit me all of a sudden, it's SATAN. Out of nowhere I hear my Grandmother's voice "Repeat the 23rd Psalm". And so, I did just that. No sooner than I said it the dark figure disappeared just as if it never existed. Now you better believe that the first chance I got to call home, I did. I told my Grandmother about the dream but, the only thing she could tell me was to "keep praying, baby". Well, little did I know that my dream would be interpreted by someone I never thought knew how to do such things. It was the weekend and we had nothing to do so my friends Mays, and McMillan were hanging out in my room. Eating pizza, listening to the radio, playing truth or dare,etc. Well, I was at war with myself on whether or not I should tell them about this dream and the appearance for fear that they would think I had gone completely nuts. But, my urge to get this off of my chest was greater than my fear. I told them exactly about my dream. And out of nowhere, my friend McMillan told me I wasn't supposed to see that. I looked at Mays, she looked at me, we both looked back at McMillan and said "WHAT?!" She went on to tell me that GOD had not meant for me to see that. But that was Satan's way of messing with me. Being that he could not physically harm me. She also went on to tell me that my ex would die in a horrible car accident one night coming from a party. She even described the person he was riding with, as a guy with dreadlocks, a striped shirt, and jeans. She described the accident as happening on a dark, back road coming home from this party. And she saw the car tires hitting a soft spot on the road and flipping. Well, you can say that this revelation sent chills down my spine. She told me that the only thing I could do for him was to pray that his soul could rest in peace. I called home the next day and told my Grandmother everything McMillan had told me the night before. With my Grandmother being a very spiritual person, she told me that it just might come to pass. Well, after graduating from AIT, I went home on leave that September. I talked to Greg for the last time. I was stationed in Fort Hood, Texas when my cousin called and told me he had been killed. It was November 3,1996 when my ex-boyfriend, Gregory Gilchrist, lost his life to the wreckless driving of a friend from Detroit who had come to Georgia for a visit. He indeed had dreadlocks, and was definitely wearing a striped shirt at the time of the accident. It wasn't until the day of the funeral that my Grandmother reminded me of what I had told her a few months ago. To know I had foreseen the death of a close friend really scared me. Was my friend McMillan a messenger? That's something I'll never know. How it changed my life:This incident shook me to the core of my soul. I mean, I've experienced supernatural things before but never something so profound. I am more spiritual and I pay more attention to my dreams.
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