I believe some people do possess a sixth sense. And I believe it's predominant in my family.
Mel, Olive, and I were cruising along 95N up to Baltimore on Friday evening. We were headed out to the Inner Harbor to check out the aquarium and to feast like queens at an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. It was a girls' night out full of laughter, silly antics, and good food.
On the way up, my mother called me on my cell phone sounding a bit concerned. She asked me how I was doing, and I told her I was fine. She asked me when I was planning to visit her and Dad in Texas, and I told her I wasn�t sure. After a minute more of this small talk, she asked me again, �Are you sure you�re okay?�
�Mom, I�m fine. Why do you keep asking?�
I heard her sigh on the other end and then she explained to me in Korean: Well, I had this dream a few days ago. Dad and I were very tired, so we went to bed early that evening. And as I was laying there, I heard a knock on the door. It was a very soft knock, but I was too tired to get up and open it. I figured the person would just go away. And then the rapping on the door grew louder and I could hear someone crying out, �Uhm-mah, uhm-mah.� (That�s mother in Korean). The cry and knocking grew more desperate, but I was so tired, I couldn�t get up. But then I woke up, and the noise stopped.
As she told me this over the phone, shivers ran down my spine and then I started to tear up. Mel and Olive looked at me with concern in their eyes, but I told them I was fine. But I wasn't earlier this week. It had been an incredibly rough week for me. No one knew that it had been because gradually over time, I�ve learned to mask it very well. It's nothing I want to go into great detail over, but I had felt like the world was crashing in on me, and I couldn't do anything about it. Sometimes it alarms me how desperate this feeling can get.
But even miles away, my mother knew something was up.
Over the years, I�ve become convinced that my mother has a supernatural gift. A spiritual gift. And I�ve also come to believe it runs in the family. The oldest daughter of each generation seems to possess this gift of supernatural premonitions through their dreams. I know it sounds crazy, but it�s occurred on more than a few occasions. The most unforgettable incident is that of my grandmother. She could see things happening within her family before they happened. She had a dream of a baby dying, and her 2-month-old son passed away shortly afterwards. He�s the uncle I never knew.
I can�t sleep at night because of my dreams. I used to keep a dream log but tired of waking in the middle of the night and jotting down what details I could remember. Lately, these dreams have become clearer, more vivid, more real and hence more disturbing. I�ve resumed the dream log, although I don�t know what I�ll get from it. I did have a very bad dream this past week, and I woke up in the middle of the night in tears. I was a bit paranoid for the rest of the week that something bad was going to happen.
Today, I found out one of my good friends back at William and Mary lost her mother in a car accident last week. Her funeral was today. I choked and broke out in tears when I heard the news and didn�t know what to say. I can't even begin to fathom what it must be like, and I pray to God I will never have to know.
Some people may say my dream was simply coincidence. Some may say it's paranoia. But regardless of what anyone says, it doesn't make the dreams go away. I�m going to try to clear my head tonight by going running. It�s 1:14am, but it might help me sleep better tonight. And goodness knows, I could use a good night�s sleep.
If you are a person of prayer, please keep my friend and her family in your prayers. She's the oldest of three siblings, and I know each of them are taking it very hard.
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