Now follow me on this one, I got a phone call from my sister telling me that she had heard from Pat (my ex step fathers sister)  that Eric (yep…he’s my ex step father) was in hospital with a perforated bowl and he was going into surgery. Not the best way to spend the Queens Birthday long weekend but at least he wasn’t six feet under pushing up daisies PLUS he still had my Farscape DVD collection so he wasn’t allowed to die!  Now let’s bring my mother into the picture right about now, you see she is a bit of a spooky person when it comes to dreams and premonitions.  So while Eric was probably under the surgeons knife I text my mother asking her if she had had any dreams lately because Eric was in hospital.  Well sure enough the last few days my mother had some very disturbing dreams that Eric was on his death bed.  She had not mentioned it to anyone not even her husband (yep…that would be my new step father) but then along I come with the confirmation that her dream premonition was correct.  So the next day rolls around and I got a phone call from Eric relaying the dramas and complications associated with his surgery and the fact that without the skilled surgeon who operated on him – he was a dead man.  He sounded like crap but like he always says “any day above ground is a good day”.  He also told me of his special cocktail of sorts… morphine line right into his vein.  With nothing to eat or drink he was handed a glass of ice so really he was celebrating the long weekend be enjoying some morphine on the rocks. As our phone conversation came to an end he asked me to tell my mother about it all to which I explained that I already had and then I went on to tell him about her dream.  Well to that he responded with  “you know your mother was always right”.   When I let my mother know what Eric said her reply was simple… “well duh”.