A PROPHETIC DREAM

                Within our family, several of us have had prophetic
        dreams. I have had many. I can't tell you how I sense when a 
        dream is a regular one or a prophetic one.  However there is a 
        difference in how it "feels" to me when I awake.  It sometimes 
        carries a sense of foreboding or may seem to be a "future 
        memory" of reality.  
        
                I will tell you of one that I had almost two years
        ago. When the events it foretold came to pass, everything
        in the dream made sense.  It's strange how symbolism can be
        so logical in the dream state, but when we try to tell the
        dream it appears to be Dali-like.

                This dream occurred a day or two before the events
        it foretold happened.  As usual, I tell such dreams to my
        family in as much detail as possible so  they, too, will
        remember them should they come true.

                In the dream, I was in my car with another member of my
        family.  As we were driving home, suddenly I lost control of the
        car and found it necessary to pass a pick-up truck on its right
        to avoid hitting it.  This meant that I had to go slightly off
        the road.

                I couldn't recover control of the car and found ourselves
        continuing off the road and heading straight for a wall.  Suddenly, 
        the car stopped just inches away from the wall.  I immediately
        asked my passenger in the dream if he was okay.  

                When he said he was all right, I looked in the back of 
        the car (it was a station wagon) and noticed a black woman lying 
        on the floor with a blond, newlyborn infant in her arms.  Then the 
        dream ended.

                A few days later, my teenage son and I were driving home
        after I had picked him up at school.  As we were driving, there 
        was slush on the highway.  I started to pass a very slow moving 
        car. As I tried to get back into the right lane,  my station wagon 
        began to spin out of control.  

                The car turned completely around and began speeding back-
        wards toward two small houses: a mobile home and a home that had        
        formerly been an old rectangular - shaped gas station.  

                Parked in front of the house toward which we were now
        speeding still out of control, but with the car in a forward        
        position, we barely missed hitting an old pickup truck parked
        in front of the house.  There was enough room on its right side
        between it and the house for my car to get through.  

                Instead of hitting the house, we just grazed it and the
        car again  turned slightly so it was facing the road with its
        back near the wall of the house.  It appeared as if I had backed 
        into the space and parked it.

                By this time, the man and woman came out of the house to
        see what had happened.  They invited us inside and fixed us some
        coffee while I called the police.

                As we talked, I told them of my dream.  I said that 
        everything had happened as I had dreamed, except there was no
        black woman and child in the back of the car.  When I said this,
        they gasped, and the man said, "Do you know what my wife's maiden
        name was?  Black!"  I still wondered about the small infant in 
        the arms of the woman as it had been in my dream.

                This, they went on to explain, could have been a reference
        to the fact that they had lost such a child at birth a week
        or so earlier.

                After talking to the police and seeing that no damage was
        done to the house, he left. As my son and I, slowly drove the 
        limping car the next few miles home, we talked about the dream 
        and the events that had happened.  

                I said that everything fit except "The Wall."  Then he 
        pointed out to me that the music on the cassette that was playing
        as the accident occurred was "The Wall" by Pink Floyd!!!

                By the way, the car was "totaled" because of the bent 
        frame and other unrepairables.        
        
                              Ed Durbin