It first started when I was 17 and all summer I kept telling myself I needed to call my aunt before something happens … but of course I told myself that nothing is going to happen to her … anyway one night in October I heard something say, "Someone is here to see you." I remember saying "OK." When I opened my eyes (which by the way I felt like I was awake), I saw my aunt. I started to tell her, I'm sorry I didn't come see her during the summer and that I should have called, but i didn't and I was so sorry. She looked at me and told me, "It was ok and everything will be alright." In the dream she kept looking back and then she finally looked at me and said she had to go. I asked her where and she told me not to worry and that she will be seeing me soon. So I said my goodbye.
The next day at school I didn't realize I what I'd dreamt because I just thought it was a dream—until my 7th period class. I felt a presence like someone touched me and right then I knew something was wrong. I left class to go home to call her. I called and called, but no answer. Until my sister-in-law got home and she told me my aunt has passed away.
It happened again when I was pregnant with my first child. I dreamt I was in the same room that I saw my aunt in beforehand, and I was with my sisters and my aunt, and a woman that later turns out to be my mother. We were all laughing and talking and they were passing the baby around. Finally she looked back and then looked at me and told she had to go. Something made me say, "MOM where are you going?" And she told me it's ok, she will be seeing me.
Since then I had dreams like that when I became pregnant with my son and then the last one like that, was when a friend of mine (Alex), that I was just thinking, wondering how she was. When I fell asleep I heard someone say you have someone here to see you and I said, "Who is it?" Then that someone or something said, "Alex." … When I opened my eyes I saw her and she looked the same, and I asked how she was; and she said, Ok. I asked what she be up to, and she said, Nothing much. I told her I was sorry for not going to see her when she wanted me to, and not calling or anything. She told me it was ok and not to worry about it. Then she looked back and looked at me and told me she had to go. I wanted to say, Call me; but something said she can't. So I told her I'll see you later, and she said, Sure will. The next day I found out that she died the night before. She was only 22.