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Quite a few years ago I had a dream that a co-worker, Walter, had died suddenly. I didn't know the guy very well but I remember being shaken by it and thinking of the dream on the subway that next morning because it seemed so vivid.
First thing I did when I got to work was go past Walter's office to make sure he was there as always - and of course he was. Then, during lunch break that same day I'm sitting at my desk when a woman comes to me with tears streaming down her face. Without thinking, I said "It's about Walter, isn't it?" She said "how did you know? - it only happened a few minutes ago." Walter had suffered a massive heart attack in a restaurant across the street and was pronounced DOA. He was 43.
God's honest truth.
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