A few years ago before I was a practicing psychic, but still having psychic experiences, I had an interesting dream that I knew was different. In the dream, I was hovering on the ceiling of a room like I might be during an astral experience. Below me I saw a young couple asleep in their bed. Their clock read just after midnight. I felt intuitively like I was just there to watch so I didn’t try to interact with the dream at all.
In short order, the woman woke up with a pained look on her face (there was enough light for me to see pretty well but none of their lights were on). I saw almost immediately that she was very pregnant. I watched as for the next two hours or so as she went to her bathroom and then went padding around the room, periodically rubbing her stomach and stopping to breathe. She sat in her rocking chair and tried not to vocalize her discomfort. To me, she was obviously in labor. But she didn’t wake her husband.
Finally around 2am, her labor seemed to pick up and she was having trouble dealing with the pain of her contractions. She woke her husband who was very excited and asked if they should go to the hospital. She responded that she wasn’t sure if it was too early and didn’t want to be sent home. Her husband left the bedroom and came back with her mother and father who were apparently staying with her in anticipation of their grandchild being born. Much discussion ensued but the girl was adamant about not wanting to go to the hospital prematurely. They turned on the lights and tried to make her as comfortable as possible.
Around 5:30am her water broke, and she was in a lot of pain and ready to go to the hospital. While they were running around getting dressed and packed and ready, she collapsed onto the floor and proclaimed the baby was coming! The family panicked. She said there was no time, she could feel the baby’s head emerging. Her mother put towels under her body, her husband supported her from behind, and it looked like her father ran off to call 911. But in the span of just a few minutes, her baby was born, shocking her mother and husband. Her mother scooped the baby up and wrapped it in a towel. Her father came back in, phone in hand, and said the paramedics were on the way.
But there was a problem. Not with the baby, who seemed fine, but with the girl. She began bleeding out. Husband and parents were panicking as they did not know how to stop the bleeding. I watched as her life ebbed from her, and even as the paramedics arrived about 15 minutes after the baby was born, I felt intuitively, though I did not witness it, that she was not going to make it.
I woke up, totally upset for what I had witnessed. The dream seemed to take place in real time as far as I could tell. I felt like I had spent 6 hours with this family, and I had no idea why I had that dream. But I knew it wasn’t a subconscious message that needed interpretation. I knew I had witnessed something I was supposed to see.
I shook off the effects of the dream and went on about my day. I found myself shopping at Costco later in the day. As I got into line I looked up and saw the girl from my dream. She was working the cash register in my line. It didn’t just look like her, it was her. I’d spent 6 hours with her in my dream and I would have recognized her anywhere. Except, she was not pregnant; in fact, she was very skinny.
So I didn’t know what to say or do. But I heard a voice in my head say, “Tell her! You must warn her!” I said back to the voice, “Are you crazy? She’s going to think I’m a nut job. She’s not even pregnant. There must be some mistake.”
“No mistake, Erin. You’re not wrong. Tell her!” the voice replied.
Remember that at this time I was just a web developer with a vegan magazine. I couldn’t even think what I was going to say to her, but the voice in my head was commanding. And I knew I would regret it if I didn’t say anything to her and something happened. I also knew I would always wonder what became of her and if my dream was a premonition of some kind.
With at least 3 people behind me in line, I got to the checkout and exchanged pleasantries with the girl, whose nametag said, “Maryann.” The voice was back, “Tell her now, Erin. Don’t be afraid. Do it!”
So I took a deep breath and said as quietly as I could. “I know this is going to sound a little crazy, but are you pregnant by any chance?”
She almost dropped my lettuce. She looked at me like she’d just seen a ghost. The person bagging my groceries also heard what I asked and the look on her face was a mixture of shock, wonder, and clearly she thought I was being rude to ask a total stranger if she was pregnant, especially since one look at her would suggest otherwise.
But Maryann’s hand came to her mouth, shaking, and she said, “How could you possibly know that? I haven’t even told my husband yet!” Her compatriot putting my groceries away said, “Is that true? Are you pregnant?”
Maryann said in a nervous voice, “Yes! I mean, I just found out a couple of days ago. How did you know?”
Now I wasn’t sure what to say and how much detail I should go into. I said, “Well, I’m a little psychic and it was just a feeling and for some reason I felt I had to share.”
Maryann started crying a little and said, “We’ve been trying for 3 years to get pregnant. I had just about given up hope. But I told my husband 2 weeks ago to start getting the nursery ready because I just knew I was going to be pregnant soon. I can’t believe you knew.”
The woman behind me in line leaned in and said, “That’s amazing that you knew that. She doesn’t look pregnant at all.”
My inner voice wasn’t satisfied though. She said, “Warn her. You’ve got to warn her about what’s going to happen.” I tensed up. I couldn’t tell this excited woman that she was going to die in childbirth. My guide said, “Just warn her, you don’t have to tell her the outcome. Give her a warning.”
So I said, “Listen, I need to tell you something. When you’re 9 months pregnant you’re going to wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if you’re in labor. At the first sign of contractions I want you to go to the hospital. Wake your husband, it’s okay. You want to err on the side of caution. You don’t want to accidentally have a homebirth do you?” (Big believer in homebirths here, but in this case, nuh uh!).
She said, “Oh. Okay. I will. I promise.”
The woman behind me in line said, “That’s amazing. You know something don’t you?”
I replied, “Let’s just say she wants to get to the hospital at the first sign of labor and everything will be just fine.”
Maryann thanked me and finished up with my order. As I was leaving I heard Maryann and her friend, the bagger, discussing her pregnancy with excitement. I heard her say, “I can’t wait to tell my husband and I can’t wait to tell him what that lady said.”
Did I do the right thing? I was back at Costco 5 months later and I saw Maryann from afar. She was definitely looking pregnant now. I didn’t go up to her or say anything though.
A couple of years later I wondered how things went with Maryann. I scanned for her everytime I went to Costco, but I didn’t see her. Finally, I did! She was back to her skinny self. Steve urged me to go up to her and find out how things went, but I wasn’t in her line and simply wasn’t brave enough to butt into line and start asking how her labor went. It was enough for me to see that she was okay.
Mission accomplished.
