A vivid dream warned our guest author ROBERT SNOW of the death of a friend on the other side of the world. This article originally appeared in the now defunct ‘More Uncanny’ section. I have placed it under both Ghosts and Witchcraft and Magic, since I suppose telepathy could be seen as a form of magic.
I have never considered that I have psychic powers, although I have had some interesting supernatural experiences in my life. When I say psychic I mean telepathic or in communication with someone else who is some distance away from me by thought transference.
I will get to the point; I have friends who live in America, in the state of Vermont to be precise. The spouse, Jeff R——–, was at the beginning of the year, diagnosed as having terminal cancer. The disease was untreatable, but he did have a couple of surgical operations to slow down the advance of the disease and prolong his life.
Geoff’s cousin, Sylvia T——- lives in Cheshire, England, and used to telephone me from time to time and keep me informed about his condition, as also did Jeff’s wife Elma; she contacted me by fax.
I had not heard from either Elma or Sylvia for some time and assumed that Jeff’s condition was very much the same, or if there was deterioration there was no immediate cause for concern.
On the morning of Friday 14th August, 1998, I awoke at 7 am from a vivid dream. It is unusual for me to wake up so late; I usually get up anytime between 5 and 6 in the morning. Anyway for some reason I woke up late on this particular morning from an extremely vivid and realistic dream. In the dream someone told me that Jeff had just died, but I do not know who it was that told me. I remember that I kept on asking the person who told me, why Sylvia had not told me that Jeff had died.
“Why did Sylvia not tell me that Jeff has just died?” I asked repeatedly.
When I woke up from that dream I felt very disturbed and unsettled, feeling that something was wrong, but what I did not know. As the day passed I became easier in my mind, dismissing it as just a dream. The next day passed and by the fourth day I had almost completely forgotten the dream.
On the evening of the fourth day Sylvia left a message on my telephone answering machine telling me that Jeff had died. When I was able to do so, I phoned Sylvia to get more details and she told me that Jeff had died at 2 am on the morning of Friday 14th August. In Vermont they are exactly five hours behind us here in the United Kingdom. So when I woke from my dream at 7 am here in England, it was 2 pm in Vermont; the same time that Jeff died.
The story does not finish there. Sylvia did not tell me earlier because she was away from her home on holiday, so she did not know until four days after Jeff had actually passed away.
I can only think that as he was passing away, Jeff was either thinking of me, or perhaps trying to communicate with me telepathically. Surely this must be a genuine case of telepathy. Elma and Jeff have been close friends of mine for many years and I firmly believe that Jeff really was thinking of me as he was passing away. Not that I have ever doubted that telepathic communication can take place, but this particular incident, did for me, confirm beyond any reasonable doubt that under certain circumstances telepathic communication can take place. This is the only time that I have ever had such an experience in my life, but who knows what might happen in the future?
© Robert M Snow 2009
