I Knew Five Days Before My Uncle Died

It happened when I was 14 years old. I had an uncle whom I loved dearly, though I did not see him very often. At that time, the worst thing I could imagine was losing him. But there was no reason to fear anything like that.

Nevertheless, I began having a dream in which I was walking through a cemetery toward a grave I did not want to see, with my uncle’s name on it. After having the same dream for five nights in a row, we got news that my uncle had collapsed with internal bleeding. Later that day, he died.

The worst had happened, and somehow I knew it before it did.