She had a feeling she shouldn’t get on the plane that
day. She had had a dream about a plane that crashed.
But she had to get to an important business meeting
too far away to drive to and get there on time.
Nervously, she boarded the plane and felt it was
going to crash every time it hit a jarring air pocket.
But the flight arrived safely at her destination, and
later that day she saw in the news a plane crashed
at the airport an hour after her flight had landed,
the airplane crash she had seen in her dream.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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