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January 2007 - Page 13
Vision in the Shower
by George
I worked as a morning TV news producer and anchor in Terre Haute, Indiana in the mid 1990s. I woke up at 2 a.m. each day. One summer morning (the exact date escapes me now, so many years later), I wanted to drop some mail in a curbside drive up mailbox on my way to work.
While showering, eyes closed and enjoying the warm flowing water on my face, I had a vision of making a right hand turn in my Ford van, and then seeing the mailbox along the left hand curb about three hundred feet down the street in front of the post office. In the dream, a man was walking on the sidewalk, toward me, about 50 feet beyond the mailbox. It was clear we would reach the mail box at the same time. When we did, as I was about to deposit my mail, he jumped off the sidewalk, ran around to my van window, and began punching me in the face. My glasses shattered, and I could taste and feel blood running down my face. I was so badly hurt I could not think fast enough to push the gas pedal. He kept hitting me really hard.
Suddenly the vision ended, and I was again in the warmth of the morning shower. I laughed at such a melodramatic dream, and continued to get ready for work.
About twenty minutes later, I was approaching that first right hand turn onto the street with the mail box, when I felt cold fear and noticed the hair on my left arm was standing up. I remembered the dream in the shower, and made the right turn. Sure enough, beyond the mail box, the dark figure of a man was approaching in the dark, and it was clear we would arrive at the box at the same time. What should I do? I had only a few seconds to plan an escape. I decided to keep moving slowly, drop the mail in the slot at walking speed, and push down hard on the gas pedal to avoid being beaten.
That accomplished, I glanced at the man on the sidewalk, just as he jumped and turned to face me, his legs spread, and yelled "Hey!" as loud as he could, startling me and shattering the calm of the night. He did not try to approach the van. I had apparently been saved from a! savage beating. Had I been warned for my personal safety? Was my family of six protected because I was the sole breadwinner? A cut up face could have put my television work in serious jeopardy. I will never know, but one thing is certain. I visit that mailbox now, only in the midday sunshine.
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