“I Dreamed My Husband Was in a Cemetery — Then the Hospital Called”
On Friday night, I had a dream that chilled me to the bone.
In it, I was walking through a misty cemetery. The sky was overcast, everything gray and still. As I wandered between tombstones, I suddenly saw *him* — my husband, Mark — standing by a grave. He didn’t look scared. He just… waved at me. Slowly. Calmly. Like he was saying goodbye.
I started walking toward him, my heart pounding in my chest, calling out his name. But as I got closer, the fog thickened, and just as I reached out to touch his hand—
**RING. RING. RING.**
I jolted awake.
Disoriented, I turned toward his side of the bed. Empty.
He was supposed to be home from his night shift at 5:30. It was nearly 6:00.
Still groggy, I grabbed my phone. Unknown number.
I picked up, heart still racing from the dream.
**“Hello?”**
The voice on the other end was cold, sterile — female, professional.
**“Good evening. I’m calling from East Valley Hospital. I’m sorry to inform you, but your husband, Mark Daniels, has been in a serious accident. We need you to come in right away.”**
My entire body froze.
It felt like the world had tipped sideways.
I barely remember getting dressed or grabbing my keys. I just remember driving through red lights, whispering *“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,”* over and over again like a prayer.
When I got to the hospital, a nurse met me in the lobby. Her face was tight with sympathy.
**“He’s alive,”** she said.
Those two words hit me like oxygen.
**“But it was close. He crashed just a few miles from home. He has a broken arm, a concussion… but he’s awake now. He asked for you.”**
When I walked into his room, he looked like a ghost — pale, bruised, hooked up to machines — but he smiled when he saw me.
**“Hey,”** he said weakly. **“You okay?”**
I burst into tears and took his hand.
**“*Am I okay?* You nearly died!”**
Then he said something that sent chills down my spine.
**“I had this weird feeling around 5 a.m. — like someone was calling me. A woman’s voice. I looked up and thought I saw you… standing on the side of the road, calling my name. And then…”**
He paused.
**“Nothing. I woke up here.”**
I didn’t tell him about the dream.
Not right away.
But later that night, when he was sleeping peacefully, I sat beside him and whispered,
**“You waved at me in the dream… but I guess you weren’t saying goodbye. You were telling me you’d be okay.”**
And somehow, I knew — we both would be.
