It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. the day before my birthday I had a

woke up dead a few years ago the day my birthday, I had a really weird dream. I was in the kitchen with my mother. There were no walls just a dark expanse all around. I walked up to her and asked her, how did he die she replied he woke up dead I woke up at that point it was around 4.30 a.m. According to my phone I wrote this down in my dream first lucid dream occurred entirely by accident two months ago. Anyway, a few

hours later, after 8 a.m. my brother called me crying to say that our uncle was

dead. Apparently my aunt woke up around 6 a.m. to wake my uncle up for work.

He was blue-faced and cold, in the bed next her.

It looked like he choked on his vomit.

It was a completely unexpected death.

He had no medical conditions that would have worried anyone in the family.

Even the autopsy came back inconclusive. They couldn't find any reason, medical, neurological,

or chemical as to why he suddenly puked in his sleep and didn't wake up from it.

The coroner's estimated he'd been dead one to two hours by the time she got up.

Right around the time I woke up from the woke up dead dream.

White eyes.

This happened in 1987 on the east side of Detroit.

I was seven years old.

It was a nice day out.

It was around 6 p.m. on a summer afternoon.

I had just got done playing with my brothers and some other kids in the

neighborhood. When I came home, my mom needed some cigarettes from the party store. She

gave me the money and told me to be careful. This is back when kids could buy cigarettes for their parents. I walked down the street towards Great Shitt, which is a main avenue in Detroit that is extremely busy. There weren't many people out in the street. Once I got closer, I noticed nobody was out. I was alone. I'm standing by the curve of the road and I kind of felt like I was daydreaming. As I take a step into the street, I turned my head. There was a man standing about 10 feet away from me. He was black, he had pure white eyes, and he was smiling at me. No iris, no pupil, nothing. They were completely white. This was also in 1987.

Colored contacts weren't around back then. If you could get them, they were extremely

expensive. It was just unheard of, especially in the poor neighborhood I lived in.

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