In mid-August, 1977, I started a new job just before I learned I had a tumor on one ovary that had to be removed. Two weeks later, I had the surgery. I was off work for a week, and on the Saturday before I was to return to work, I had a very lucid dream about a co-worker, Susan, who was the accountant at my office.

I dreamed Susan had given birth to a boy, Andrew David. I "saw" her gently playing with him on her bed.


It was a clear day and sunny in the bedroom; the windows a were open and a breeze was blowing the sheer yellow curtains into the room. I noted the furnishings of her bedroom, especially two tall wooden armoirs, one one each side of her bed. During the course of my dream, I noted the decor in what I believed to be Susan's home. She had dark blue and green shag carpeting (it was the 1970s, after all), white French provincial dining room furniture and a dark blue couch and matching chairs in the living room.

In my dream, I heard a doorbell, and then as if I were floating above her, I watched Susan rise from the bed with Andrew in her arms, walk through her house and open the front door. On her doorstep stood two other women I also knew from the office, Maria and Bertha, the payroll clerk and bookkeeper. They were bringing gifts for Andrew, one of which was a poorly wrapped, barely disguised baby stroller. The women entered the house and presented the gifts. They both held and cooed at baby Andrew.

Susan brought them into the bedroom and showed off her armoirs. Baby Andrew was placed on the bed and Maria changed his diaper. I tried to speak to the women, but they appeared to not hear me. At that point, I woke up.

I immediately got a paper and pencil and made notes of my dream, the color of the decor and the furnishings. I also drew a floor plan of what I thought was Susan's home. I wrote "Andrew David," what I believed was the baby's name.

That Monday, I returned to work. I met Susan by the office coffee maker and told her my dream. I showed her the floor plan, described the furnishings I'd seen. I mentioned the baby's name (Andrew David), too. I thought my dream might have been about an event that had already transpired. I did not really know Susan. We had only been acquainted for the two weeks we'd worked together, but we worked in different departments. Susan was surprised that I'd correctly described her home - the floor plan, furnishings and colors were correct. In fact, that prior Saturday, she had purchased the two wooden armoirs and put them in her bedroom, one on either side of her bed. But Susan swore she did not have children nor any plans to have them. She then seemed to become angry. She turned red in the face and abruptly left the coffee room. I felt kind of sheepish at having told her about my dream; after all, I hardly knew her, and she was an executive senior to me. I did, however, share the story with Maria and Bertha, the two woman I'd seen visit Susan and her baby in my dream.

The following Friday, Susan came to my desk and sat down. She proceeded to say she had to apologize to me for being rude. She said that Saturday she had learned she was pregnant. She had only told her boss about it over the phone on Sunday. After I told her about my dream, she was worried that her boss had told other people in the office, and that I was strangely trying to tell her that I knew about her pregnancy by making up a silly story about a dream. I assured her no one had told me anything about her pregnancy, and that I'd really had that dream. She said she believed me because her boss swore she had not told anyone at the office. Back then, you could lose your job if your employer knew you were pregnant, so Susan had a legitimate fear of upper management finding out about her condition. Susan said that if she'd had a son, she and her husband had discussed naming him after both their fathers. That name would be either Andrew David or David Andrew, but they had not yet settled on which name would get top billing. We discussed the odd timing of my dream, but we really did not speak much after that day. In fact, I believe she avoided me. I did not approach her again about it.

I left that company about 8 months later for another job, just before Susan gave birth to Andrew. I had kept in touch with Bertha the bookkeeper, who called me and told me she and Maria had visited Susan and the baby at Susan's home. They had brought along some gifts, one of which was a stroller they had tried to wrap, but could not really disguise with the paper. It had been a clear and sunny day, and Bertha said Susan's house was as I had described it.

I never heard from Susan, and I was not invited to meet Andrew, either. I believe that was reflected in my inability to communicate with the three women in my dream. That was fine with me. I'd seen it all happen, and knew I'd had a prophetic dream about someone I barely knew. I was happy for Susan. I've not had such a dream (before) or since then. That's ok, too, as it was highly significant for me, and convinced me that there is something more to reality than we see in everyday life.

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