The Life Saving Dream!

In this True Life tale, a lady from Londonderry in Northern Ireland emailed me with the details of an outstanding propetic dream that was to have dramatic consequences for those concerned.

After some research, I discovered that the river in question was the mighty river Foyle and runs through the heart of the City of Londonderry (derry) in Northern Ireland.It is said that there are still wreckages of British and American WWII aircraft at the bottom of this river, and one can even be seen today on the mudflats North of the City.

I certainly don't consider myself to be psychic in anyway, even although I was once told by a medium that I had psychic abilities.

I suppose thats true as when I was in my late teens and early twenties I would often have dreams that turned out to be correct - they would come true. I remember a few dreams in particular, and they varied in subject but stood out as they were always so detailed and I can still remember them today after almost 20 years.

The one that most stands out, and the one that I want to tell you about, was the very last dream of this nature that I ever had.

I dreamt that the young boy living next door, he was about ten or eleven, had made himself a raft out of old barrels and wood and had gone sailing in a local river notorious for being extremely dangerous with vicious under-currents that have been known to drag flat-bottom boats of the small sailing or fishing type down into it's depths.

The dream was much more specific than this. I could plainly see the boy and recognised him instantly as belonging to my neighbour. I vivdly recall seeing that he was wearing at the time I could descibe the jumper, trusers, shoes and even the way his hair was blowing in the breeze. I could see him pulling his raft from some bushes by the side of the river and with very great struggle making his was to the waters edge - inching the raft along bit-by-bit until it was in the water.

I could see the tracks the raft left and his little footprints in the soft mud. And I seen him climb onto the raft and almost instantly the pair - boy and raft together - were swept out from the bank and into the current of this very dangerous river.

What happened next was breath-taking because I switched from seeing the boy to feeling what he was feeling. I could feel the cold breeze and the motion of the raft and I could hear the ropes straining and slipping and most of all a feeling of pure terror - of being out of control and then the dreaded feeling of water freezing cold lapping around me.

The dream stopped there - and the restarted, as though some one had skipped t th next scence like a DVD. The boy was clinging to a pillar underneath the distinctive Foyle Bridge - the only bridge that forded the river at that time.

The raft was completely submerged under the water. He was shivering and wimpering, scared even to look-up in case the whole thing would go under.

The sense of urgeny woke me immediately from my sleep, and I got dressed and made for next door. Even before I got there I could hear urgent voices from inside the house - and I knocked almost straight-away. I was greeted by his mother looking panic stricken. She immediatly asked me if I had seen Jason.

Well, I relayed the dream to her then and there, the sense of urgency I felt was still overwhelming and I had to tell her.

Jason's father appeared in the background, and I could see the look of panic in his eyes. He had heard evrything that had been said. Without saying a word, he pushed past us and ran down the street.

There was a wait then, but I can still see Jason and his dad, hand in hand coming back up that street. He had been found exactly where I told them he was. He was wearing the same clothes I has seen in my dream, just as though he has stepped straight out from my dream.

As it transpired, Jason had been building his raft for some time after watching that Tom Sawyer thing on TV. He had tolf no-one about this, not even his parents and had gone out at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning to take his raft for a test drive.

I'm not sure why I was chosen to get this dream, but I did take an oath in church not to drink or smoke all my life and to date I have kept that promise. Perhaps this was GoI d's way of saying "look I know you made a promise and I know you are going to keep it - so heres just a glimpse of what I can do!"

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