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My father died suddenly and unexpectedly in 1989. I was at my first night of a TDY for USAF aircraft flight training and was sound asleep in my Visiting Officers Quarters room. At 0210 I suddenly awoke, sitting bolt upright in the middle of the bed. I had sat up as I awoke. No sheets, all on the floor. I looked around in the dark and saw the bedroom I grew up in. I thought how weird, but soon realized I was in the VOQ at the training base. I realized I was sitting up and thought that was weird too. Looked at the bedside clock, 0210. Hmph, and laid down and went back to sleep. Checked-in at the squadron in the morning and they solemnly said I needed to call home. Uh, okay. You can use the phone in the commander's office. Uh, okay. (No clues getting through.) "Hi mom!" She proceeded to tell me that dad had died overnight. So, I was out of there for a week and drove the 100 miles to my mom's (and second husband--dad remarried too and they all four got along great) and learned that he had died "a little past two a.m." Mom, I woke up suddenly at 2:10! I thought I was in the old house in my bedroom! My mother, who was tough and NEVER shed a tear, looked stunned. It all came together. I must have woken up as my dad died.