posted on Jul, 24 2007 @ 04:56 PM
I've had the "bad vibes" for most of my life, but realized them as warnings after my early 20s. For the earliest instances, I would get a bad vibe,
a terrible gut feeling that kept me uneasy all day. On all of those occasions I had either gotten sick, received bad news, or had some weird type of
accident (including two car accidents). For the most part, the bad vibe seemed to be a warning for me, so if I got them I started to change my plans
or stay in. I was married in 1999 to my best friend. We worked together at a large company, where he was part of a technical support team that
assisted greatly the sale's teams biggest deals. One of the sales guys lent his motorcycle to my husband for a while as a thank you. My husband had
only ridden motorcycle off and on when he was in the military, but wasn't by any means an experienced rider. He never road it much and only went for
short distances, so it mainly sat in the garage.
One evening ( a week before the accident ) I had a dream that was so vivid and real. I had a dream that I was at his funeral crying and ridden with
grief. It was so horrible and I remember waking from my dream in the middle of the night crying and believing it was real, then I turned to see him
lying in bed and then realized it was a dream. So I hugged him and held on to him all night long. When he woke to go to work, I told him about my
horrible dream and told him to be extra careful. He was shocked at my dream and how upset I was, but assured me that he would be extra careful and not
take the motorcycle to work. Then a week later, we were outside of our house and I was watching him clean his car and he turned to me and smiled
really big, came over and hugged me saying that he was so happy with our lives together. I'll never forget that and the look on his face, at the
same time he said it I got a pit in my stomach that gave me the feelings as if what he said was an omen, but I tried to dismiss it. That night we had
two friends over for pizza and movies over Labor Day Weekend. My friend and I left to go buy the pizzas and stop by WalMart to buy something my
husband said he wanted. While we were in the store I felt horrible like something horrible was or was going to happen. I told my friend how I felt
and then we got home. He wasn't there, but our other friend was there at our house watching our children who were all sleeping. He said that my
husband and he were talking about the motorcycle and he asked our friend to watch the kids for a bit because he wanted to take it out for a short
little ride.
An hour later, our guy friend left. Then half an hour later my friend left. Both thinking that maybe he just decided to go out for a longer ride. But
that was not like him at all. I began to fear the worst, but tried to believe that there wasn't anything wrong. After a couple of hours, I called the
closest ERs to see if any motorcycle accidents have occurred thinking that maybe he was just unable to call because he was injured. I then called the
police department and they stated that there were no accidents reported, but took my information. I received a phone call some time later and the
operator told me that they were going to treat this as a missing persons and have an officer come to my home to fill out a report (it sounded strange,
but I was trying to believe that he was okay). I called my friend, who immediately drove over to my house and in her gut she believed that he may be
dead. A sheriff and two others arrived at my home. The sheriff stating that he would like to see a picture of him. As soon as I showed him the picture
he stated that he was sorry to have to tell me that my husband was in a fatal motorcycle accident. It happened around the same time I had the horrible
feeling in WalMart, he was not even 5 minutes away from the house.
As you can imagine, if I get bad vibes now, that I can sometimes get paralyzed with fear of something terrible happening.