I was seventeen years old when this happened. It was early winter and I was sleeping over at my best friend's home. My older brother was going to pick me up the next morning. My friend and I laughed, had fun and then went to bed.

That night I had an awful nightmare. I dreamed that my brother had come and picked me up, and while he was driving me home, he lost control of the car. We drove into a tree and both of us died. I woke up with a start, and right after that my friend's mom yelled up that my brother was there to get me.

When I got into the car, my brother Kris told me the speedometer had broken on his way to get me so we had to be careful going back. On one of the less traveled roads it was pretty icy, so Kris started to slow down, but he didn't slow down fast enough. The car began to skid and I screamed. Before we knew what had happened, we had slammed into a tree, but fortunately, we were both alive and okay.

Later, after my father had come and gotten us and the car had been towed, my brother and I were in the basement at home talking and I decided to tell him about the dream I'd had the night before in detail. Before I could even finish the story, however, Kris interrupted and finished it for me. He told me we'd had the exact same dream! We both sat there in awe, just staring at each other.

This event definitely brought us closer together as brother and sister, and taught me that psychic connections really do exist.