About a week later, the father found the boy having another nightmare and woke him. The boy told his Dad how he had just dreamt that his grandfather had died. The father assured him that Grandpa was OK, and the boy went back to sleep. The next day, Grandpa died.

About a week later, Dad checks on the boy, who just had another nightmare. This time the boy had dreamt that Daddy died. His father assured the boy he was fine, and the kid went back to sleep. The father went back to his room, but he was too petrified to sleep, realizing he was going to die tomorrow. The next morning he drives very carefully to work to avoid accidents, he hides in his office all day, he skips lunch so as not to get food poisoning, and he avoids everybody. Every noise makes him jump, every movement sends him scurrying under his desk. After driving home very carefully, he walks through the door and tells his wife, "I've just had the absolute worst day of my life!"

She responds, "You think your day was bad?? This morning the milkman dropped dead on the front steps!"