| When my first wife and I lived in Philadelphia we had a tiny apartment that had natural gas as its source for cooking. One cold winters night the tiny pilot flame went out for some reason, allowing gas to escape into our apartment. It must have been out for some time when I began to have a strange dream.
In the dream I was in the very bed I was in, and I was facing the bedroom door as I awoke in the dream. A large hooded person stood in the door way. It never moved but just stood there! Suddenly - right in my ear - a voice blasted these words: "Get up! Get up! He's at the door!----Get up! Get up! He's at the door!
I struggled to get up and confront the intruder (in the dream) and as I struggled, the dream and reality merged into one, and I was indeed sitting up in bed! I realized I was feeling pretty sick, and it took me awhile to smell the gas. I tried to wake my wife, but she wouldn't respond. Finally I lifted her off the bed and to the nearest window. I stuck her head out the window for some time before she responded. She would have never regained conciousness. When I look back on it now, I can only conclude that the figure at the door must have been death, and the voice, that of my guardian angel, telling me in no uncertain terms, He (death) is at the door! He's at the door!
This is a true story, one of many many tales I can tell! My wife and I were so sick in fact neither of us went to work that day.
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