It's now just over two years from when I was in ICU, so critically ill it was thought I wouldn't survive, the first seven and a half weeks of my three month stay in ICU I have no memory of, only the strange dreams and nightmares fill this time but one of these nightmares I cannot forget as in some strange way it came true.
The nightmare started with me in a local street standing outside a cafe waiting for it to open, I looked up the street and saw my wife's parents standing at a bus stop with their suitcases waiting to go on their annual coach holiday, I was then approached by the Grim Reaper who told me it was my time to go unless I could find someone to take my place, I was absolutely terrified I was only fifty two, I didn't want to die, I then went into the cafe and sat down thinking "why me" when my wife's father walked in, I told him what had just happened and he said "you're on your own there I'm not taking your place" and left.
When I was able to speak again after having my tracheotomy removed I told my wife about this nightmare and how it bothered me much more than the rest.
Three days after I was discharged from ICU to a ward my wife and her oldest sister came to visit me with the sad news that her father had died suddenly that day from a massive heart attack, it made me remember my nightmare and I thought in some strange way I must have done a deal with the Grim Reaper? Things only seemed to get worse when six months later my wife's mother died on the day they would have been going on their coach holiday, I don't know if I had some sort NDE where I saw into the future or it was just a really bad nightmare that somehow came true, I guess it's something I'll never know and will never be able to forget.