40 DaysJune 18, 2011
A friend of mine had died. A few days later I dreamt I was walking in an empty sombre school hallway and saw someone emptying their locker. I got closer and saw it was my friend. I asked him what was going on. He said he had to spend some time in this place (limbo? purgatory?) for forty days. I noticed a clock in his locker that had 3:20 as the time. He said when I see the clock at that time again, I’ll know that he’ll have moved on.
A few weeks later I got woken up by the crack of some loud thunder. I opened my eyes and my clock said 3:20. I remebered my old dream and got up and went to the kitchen to check the calendar. He had died 42 days previous.
Maybe an odd coincidence, but I still think it was kinda freaky.