One night, when I was 11 years old, I had a weird dream. I saw my mother in Walmart, walking down aisle 8, looking at some CDs, talking on the phone. I was watching from the end of the aisle.
     As I watched, I saw a man run into the aisle. He looked like a psychopath.  He pulled out a gun and told my mother not to move and don't anybody dare call the police.
     Some men came running to see what was going on cuz nobody could see anything. When the man heard footsteps, he assumed someone had called the police and shot my mother. She was screaming and crying over the phone.
     I woke up with tears running down my face. Terrified, I called my mother. It was late, about 3 o'clock in the morning but I called her anyway. She answered quickly.
     "Mom, are you ok?" I asked.
     "Of course, dear. Why?"
     "I just had a bad dream." I was just about to hang up when a thought occurred to me. "Mom, where are you?"
     "I'm at Walmart."
     "What aisle?"
     "The CD aisle, aisle 8. Why? Is everything ok?"
     "Are you walking by an 80s CD?" I began to panic.
     "How'd you know?"
     "Mom, listen to me, you have to leave. Get out of the store as fast as you can. Trust me!"
     She began to run. I could hear footsteps behind her and I pushed her to run faster. When she got out the store, she saw a crowd of people being outside by the police.
     Apparently, a murderer was found hiding in the store. My mother rushed home. The first thing she said to me when she rushed in the door was, "How'd you know?"
     I remember answering, "God told me." We both burst into tears and hugged each other.
     Let this be a lesson to you people, trust your dreams. They may just save you.

Side note: me making a joke at the wrong time: DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!!