It was the Fall of 2007 and I lived in a small two-bedroom home that had been my grandparents' before they passed away. I had grown up in this area and knew all of my neighbors since I was a young child.
I had gone to bed one evening at 10 p.m. and fell asleep almost instantly. That's when I had a dream that I was standing in front of this oak casket with an enormous spray of pink roses on top of it, with a white ribbon in the flowers that said "Mother." Behind the casket, all I could see was white marble. This dream must have lasted 15 seconds and I instantly woke up and jumped back out of bed.
The dream really bothered me. I had other things like this happen in the past and they always seemed to ring true. I walked through the dark house, thinking, "I don't want to lose my mom. Please just be a bad dream."
I eventually went back to sleep and when I woke in the morning, I called my mom right away to just ease my mind. She was fine and I didn't mention the dream.
I then went outside and started doing some gardening. I will never forget this. I was on my hands and knees digging in the dirt when I heard a man behind me say, "Mom died last night." I looked up and it was Tom, the adult son of my elderly neighbor Mary next door. I had known Mary since I was a toddler and respected her like a mother.
Tom went on to say he had taken her to the hospital earlier in the previous day. She had been admitted, and over the course of hours her health deteriorated and she had died at 10 p.m. the prior night. I had that dream exactly at the time of her death.
Even more bizarre, when I went to her service and up to her casket, it was all oak with pink roses and a ribbon that said "Mother." The service was held in a local church that was all in white marble, exactly what I saw in that dream.
My dream was correct, I just had the wrong mother. What a fascinating experience, and I truly wish we could all understand why and how these things happen.