Dreams and Trouble

Met a girl at a youth conference in 1999. We hit it off and stayed in touch even though we lived in different parts of the US. I got my first job to afford calling cards, and we talked frequently until around 2001. In 2003 I was living in Yellowstone National Park, and had a very vivid dream about being at a farmhouse and finding her in a bathtub full of blood in the kitchen; she said she was weak and tired, and really needed my help. I don't believe parapsychology, but I really missed her, so I called my father that day and got him to look for the number. The next day he was able to contact me with the number, and I called her parents. Her mother informed me that she had moved out and was living with her boyfriend, but I told her the story about the dream the night before and she said she would pass on the message. About five months later, I called her house again. Her mother told her I was on the phone and I could hear shrieking and crying in the background. After initial greetings, she revealed to me that I called her mother exactly two days after her boyfriend beat her into the hospital (she didn't tell her mother). That meant I had the dream the night that it happened.