Edward Bloom: Oh, I don’t usually remember…unless they’re especially portentous. Do you know what that word means? It means when you dream about something that’s gonna happen. Like one night, I had a dream…where this crow came and said: “Your aunt is gonna die." I was so scared, I woke up my parents…but they said it was just a dream and to get back to bed. But the next morning, my Aunt Stacy was dead.
Josephine: That’s terrible.
Edward Bloom: Terrible for her, but think about me, young boy with that kind of power. Wasn’t three weeks later when the crow came back to me in a dream…and said, “Your daddy’s gonna die." I didn’t know what to do. I finally told my father, but he said: "Oh, not to worry." But I could see he was rattled. The next morning, he wasn’t himself. Kept looking around, waiting for something to drop on his head. Because the crow didn’t say how it was gonna happen, just those words: "Your daddy’s gonna die.”
Well, he left home early and was gone a long time. When he finally came back, he looked terrible…like he was waiting for the ax to fall all day. He said to my mother: “I’ve just had the worst day of my life."
“You think you’ve had a bad day?" she said. "This morning, the milkman dropped dead on the porch.”