While still in high school, I had a very vivid, gruesome dream that involved a fellow classmate, Sandy.

In my dream, I was driving home late one night, and traveling by where Sandy lived. Her home was located within sight of the road I was traveling, in the middle of a steep, dangerous curve. As I approached this particular curve, the night sky was ablaze with flashing red lights. As I entered the curve, I was flagged to a stop by a policeman, directing traffic around a terrible auto crash. Glass, oil and debris littered the roadway. The remains of two cars blocked the right lane, masses of twisted metal, broken glass, and oil. Ambulance attendants were removing the remains of a victim from one of the cars, covered with a bloody sheet. To my horror, on the hood of this particular car, was a severed head, its long dark hair matted with blood and gore. Shock and horror paralyzed my body as I recognized the vehicle as one belonging to Sandy's boyfriend. The head belonged to Sandy. A drunken driver had entered the curve at high speed, and met the car containing Sandy and her boyfriend head on. Both had been killed, directly in front of her own home.

This dream was so vivid and real, that, the next morning at school, when I spied Sandy standing by her locker, alive and well, I was shocked. Eventually, since Sandy was fine, I put the dream from my mind.

It all came rushing back to me, however, a couple of years later, when I received the news that Sandy and her boyfriend had been killed in a violent car crash, struck head on by a drunk driver. She had been decapitated.