This happened a while back, and I still consider it one of the most bizarre incidents of my life.

I’ve been married for a little over four years now, and my husband, Michael, and I have been soul mates from the moment we first set eyes upon one another.

I can’t tell you how many times he was about to say something and I’d beat him to it by expressing precisely what he was about to say.  But the weirdest thing happened about a month ago.

Michael was in Oregon on a fishing trip with a pal of his.  He had been gone a few days and I really missed him.  On that third night I had trouble falling asleep, but when I did I had a very clear dream of he and I walking down a dirt road.  Like most dreams, things kept jumping around.  There were small bridges leading to nowhere, there was a shack that he and I were suddenly in, and there was a group of men kind of hovering around that appeared hostile.

When I spoke with Michael the next morning, he told me how much he missed me and said he had a strange dream the night before.  When he went in detail, I couldn’t believe it.  He spoke about a dirt road, bridges leading nowhere, and hostile men nearby.  It was exactly the same dream I had, down to the very last detail.

Penelope Avarus
Cedar Rapids, Iowa