I was asked at work if i could attend a meeting in Edinburgh. This meant I would have to fly from Stanstead Airport. The date was 11th December 1998.

About 2 months before I was due to fly out I had a fitful dream and a nightmare. I dreamt of an Airplane, bad weather, lashing rain and lightening. The plane was plummeting and crashed. into a mountainside.

I remember the sound of metal crunching, trees racing past and screaming. I remember wind and rain on my face and debris scattered all around me, amongst other things.

I woke up fretful, my heart pounding and a 'freeze-frame' image stamped on my mind. The freeze-frame so typical of dreams I have, which have an uncanny habit of coming true or partially true!

I was sweaty, baking hot and worried. The freeze-frame image was a date, 11th December.

Well there is no need for me to tell you that I was scared shitless that my flight was scheduled for 11th December and here I was dreaming about airplane crashes and that date!

Was it just me panicking because I had not flown in a plane for about 15 to 20 years? Was I just plain scared (excuse the pun), enough for it to be playing on my mind and subconscious? Or was this a premonition for me not to fly.

I can tell you that my gut instinct was that this was a premonition. After all, we know what we know...and I know my dreams only too well!!

I tried to change the date of my flight so that I could travel out on the day before the meeting and fly back the day after, to no avail. I prayed the meeting would be cancelled, but it wasn't, and before I knew it the date was upon me and I was due to fly.

I drove to the airport with a heavy heart and trepidation in every pore of my body.

I was scared on the plane when it took off. I was scared as we flew and was tense the whole journey. We landed and I was ok, phew.

The meeting went without a hitch and then it was time for the return journey. Make or break I thought before boarding the plane. Nothing happened on my return journey. I have never been so relieved, especially as it was the date of my daughters first birthday too!

I thought no more about it until the next morning. There in the newspapers, staring me right in the face,  was a report about an air crash.  Just exactly as I had 'seen' it in my dream! It was not my plane though, it was half way across the world, yet i had dreamt the date and the conditions!!

This may have been pure coincidence brought on by a fear of flying, but actually there are not that many plane crashes in the world, so dreaming the exact date of a plane crash is quite a hit and miss thing, don't you think? Especially as I am not prone to dreaming about plane crashes!! I think this is the only one I have dreamt of.

I do not know the reason for my dream. Why me? I could not do anything with the information and so I could not save any lives. I wish I could do more with this 'gift' if that is indeed what it is. Maybe it is a curse though, who knows.

The End