John had always been a bit of a worrier. So when his dreams started to become more vivid and realistic, he started to become more and more worried. Every night he would dream of death. Of himself falling off a cliff, of a car crash, of a bridge collapsing. It was always the same dream, but with different details.
One night, he dreamed that he was walking through a graveyard and saw his own grave. He woke up in a cold sweat and decided to get out of bed and do something to distract himself for the rest of the night.
The next day, John went about his day as normal. He went to work, went to the grocery store, and had dinner with his family. But, no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
That night, he had the same dream but this time, he saw his own body in the cemetery. He woke up in a panic and started to shake. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
The next day, John was getting ready for work when he heard the news on the radio. There had been a car accident and it was reported that one of the drivers had died. As he heard the news, John knew that it was him. He had died in the car crash, just as he had dreamed about.
John was overcome with grief and shock. He couldn't believe that his dream had come true. He had dreamed of his own death and it had come true.
John had never been the superstitious type, but he couldn't help but wonder if his dreams had been a warning of what was to come.
