Coincidence

NOTICE: This story happened to a friend, not me. This is written in her point of view.

I remember when I was eleven I had just fallen asleep to have a very strange dream…

My mom was walking down Aisle 8 in Wal-Mart, talking on her cell phone. I was watching her from the end of the aisle. Suddenly, a man was heard running down the store. His shoes could be heard screeching to a stop at the end of the aisle mom was walking down. He looked terrifying, like a nervous psycho, running from the police. He took out a pistol and pointed it at my mom, then yelled, “If you take one step closer, I shoot!”

They couldn’t see her, and thought he was just bluffing. But to be sure, they called backup to go to the end and check the aisle. Mom was crying so hard. The burglar thought they called the police, and shot her. From the cell phone she had, I could hear crying and yelling.

I woke up crying and sweating. It was extremely late, as I went to bed at about 3:00 am. I looked at the clock and it was 1:00. I ran downstairs and called Mom right away. Thank God that she picked up.

“Mom?! Are you okay?!” I quickly blurt out. “Of course, sweetie. Is something wrong?” my mom replied. I smiled and calmed down, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” “Ok, honey.” She responded cheerfully. I was about to say ‘bye’ and hang up, when a thought suddenly occurred to me. “Mom, where are you?” I asked. “I’m at Wal-Mart.” She replied. There was a silence. “What aisle?” I quickly questioned. “Hun, is something wrong? I’m in the CD aisle, Aisle 8.” She stated. “Are you walking by an 80’s CD?” I remembered. Another silence, “How did you know that?” A strike of panic hit me quickly, “Mom, get out of the store. Now.” I demanded. “Honey, what’s this about?” she questioned. “GO!!!” I yelled. I could hear the faint noise of a man running. “Hurry up!” I yelled.

My mom ran out of the store, only to notice the police rushing everyone out, as a murderer they had been looking for was just found hiding in the store. She quickly drove home and bust in the door to see me anxiously waiting there. I still remember, the first thing she said to me as she came in, “How did you know?!”

I smiled through tears and hugged her. “God told me.” I later explained the dream to her, she was shocked, but she believed me. Let this be a lesson to you, trust your dreams. Sometimes it’s not just a coincidence.