A horrible plane crash diverted!

[puppywhispers]

So I am not a traditional believer in this, however, I think its safe to say after my last dream I can not deny this may actually be factual occurances.
First, I do not believe in ghosts, spirits, luck, etc... I'm more of a "fate" kinda person. I have not discussed this with anyone other than my family, nor have I ever posted like this before (so, please bare with me).
As a child I grew up having horrid nightmares that I was actually hospitalized for, from the sleep walking, screaming, sweats, etc. My first preminition dream that was clear to me was at age 14. I was in high school, and all the students wanted to go to the lake for a beer party, although I was not a "bad" kid, I wanted to go for the socialization. I had a nightmare of a boy in a black shirt drowning, the night before the party, I begged my best friend to not go, which she did stay home with me, and when everyone returned back to school Monday, there was a boy who was missing, he did infact drown, and yes he was wearing a black shirt. The police even visited my home to question me about this dream. (this can be verified) I grew up with the notion of feeling that I was different, and the stigma of being "a little strange" carried with me the rest of my high school life. So, I ignored other dreams. Until a week ago. This dream shook me to my inner core.
I am married now with children, and I try very hard to keep a lot of my dreams to myself to not "scare" anyone. This dream I had was that my husband was in an airplane with a red strip down the side (a small airplane) and the plane went down killing him, and I remember trying to console my children. I woke up sweating, shaking, and panting from the horror of the realness.
A day later...my husband told me of a trip he was going to have to take for his job, and he would be flying. I said sure hon, expect dont fly on this flight number. He pulled his itenerary out, and on the paper it showed the exact numbers I said, I actually felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. I then told him of my dream. He scoffed at me, but I felt miserable. I asked him to change the flight, he said a very undesirable remark and looked at me funny. I knew that he was going to change his mind. That night, I made sure to make love to him, fell asleep in his arms. The next day was his trip, I half heartedly asked, what do you want your tomb stone to say. He laughed. I felt horrible. He left for work. At noon my daughter and I ate lunch with him, note: I was trying to spend as much time with him as possible. Later at 2 pm he left for the airport from his office. I took my daughter to the mall, but before we entered the mall, while sitting in the car, I prayed with her for him and his safety. My daughter thought it was a little silly, but she prayed with me. At, 5:00 pm we got a call on our cell phone, it was my husband saying the pilot said there was a delay. My husband seemed frustrated. withen 15 minutes later, he phoned and said, "the pilot said the engineer said the flight would be delayed due to an oil leak in the engine". He was still frustrated.
A few minutes later, he called again, now there are storms building to the city where his destination was so now there is another delay. About 5 minutes from that call, he said, "the pilot said the engineer said the plane had a horrible leak in the engine so they were docking the plane". I asked my husband is it a small plane? He said yes. I asked him if the plane had a red mark on it (like a design) he said yes. I asked him if this meant he was coming back home, he said yes. I almost fell to my knees thanking God in heaven for this blessing. I told him I loved him, and thank God for saving his life. My daughters comment was, "I feel like throwing up".
I'm not sure why this happened, other than to teach us to appreciate each day we have with oneanother. I don't know if my dream was significant enough to change the obligations of the day, but I know never to underestimate the power of prayer. My husband and I held oneanother a little tighter that night, even though he would not admit that the dream meant anything.
I just felt the need to share this with someone.
Thanks for listening!