When I first started dating my current boyfriend 6 years ago, he was telling me about his family one afternoon since I would be spending Thanksgiving with them for the first time in Pennsylvania. While he was telling me about his grandfather (whom he loved very much) a thought popped into my head "He's going to die this year." The thought was in my own voice and it was instant as if I knew this for certain. I felt terrible at the time for thinking such a thing and didn't know where that could have come from.
Speed ahead to about 8 months later and his grandfather is very ill and living at home with a nurse caring for him around the clock. He had cancer and the family knew that he would pass away any day. His grandfather also seemed to accept this and didn't seem to want to linger. My boyfriend and I were living in New York at this time. One night I had a dream that I was sitting on a hospital bed in a dimly lit bedroom of a private home. Next to me, a man was lying under the covers, but I didn't see his face. I was looking towards the foot of the bed.
In the dream I said "your hours are up. Shall I write them?"
The man replied "Yes. Write them."
I'm not sure if he meant for me to write a letter to his family or if he meant for me to write his hours (not sure what I mean by that, either). I reached across him to a nightstand on the opposite side of the bed where there is a pad and pencil. Before I grab them, however, I woke up in the dramatic way people do in movies when they are having a nightmare; gasping and sitting up quickly. I wasn't afraid or anything, I just woke up as if I had been yelled at or startled. After a second or two I get my bearings and I realize that my boyfriend's cell phone is vibrating on the other side of the room. I go get it and see that his mother is calling. I knew instantly why she was calling at 2 in the morning. I shake my boyfriend awake and let him answer the phone. He got the news that his grandfather passed away that night.
I should mention that my boyfriend does not believe in the paranormal. I myself wouldn't if things like this didn't happen to me once in a while. I suppose that's why his grandfather came to me, to make sure that his grandson got the call.
I did tell him eventually even though I knew he wasn't really comfortable with these kinds of events or acts like he doesn't believe in it. He brushed it off the first time, but on another occasion (after a few beers) he seemed to really want to know what it was like.