~ July 17, 2001. Tom & I woke up for work and we were getting ready. All of the sudden I looked at him & said "I don't want my dad to die." He asked me where that came from since we weren't even talking about my dad or family. I had no idea. A few hours later at work, he got a call from my mom (she tried to reach me, but couldn't) that my dad was in a coma and it didn't look good. We flew to PA that day and he died 2 days later.
~ July 18/19, 2001. I was sleeping and my dad came to me in a dream and told me to take care of my mom and make sure she takes her insulin (she's diabetic). He died the next morning.
I don't remember the dates of the following:
~ I had a dream that I was in a dark restaurant that was closed. I looked towards a small booth in the back - the only one with the light above it on. My dad was there. We "talked" although I don't remember about what. I put talked in quotes because I don't remember our voices or our mouths moving, but we were communicating. I felt peaceful when I woke up.
~ I had another dream once that I was in my mom's bedroom and she was getting dressed for work. I looked over at her bed and was surprised to see my dad laying on it in his pjs. I thought "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead." He said "I am." I didn't understand. He said "I'm always here, looking out for your mom."
~ I was at my mom's house on one of my trips back home. She was asleep & I was in the garage smoking. I felt strange....lonely, off-balance, etc. I said, out loud, "Dad, I know you're here, but give me a sign. Something, anything to show me I'm right." A few seconds later the garage door shook like the wind was blowing against it. The thing is, it wasn't windy that night - I went outside afterwards to check. I got freaked out and said "Ok, you can stop now. You're freaking me out." Less than a minute later it stopped.
Granted, most of these "experiences" revolve around my dad. The only reason I can figure for that is he's the only person I've ever been so close to who has died.
In February 2001 I was in New Jersey with my friends, Mel & Jenn. My aunt's team (Notre Dame Women's Basketball, who won their exhibition game tonight, btw) was playing at Rutgers, so we went up & got a cheap motel so we could see the game. The next day we were going to go to NYC. We joked when we saw the room because there was a huge spot on the floor and it looked like dried blood. I felt uneasy in the room because it didn't seem like a good area & I was worried something would happen to us. Anyway, I was trying to fall asleep that night (Mel & Jenn were already out). There was a party in the room upstairs & I could hear the music & the people. That worried me that there was going to be some sort of trouble. I looked at the space between the beds & there was a blonde haired lady there in colonial dress. I don't recall seeing her lips move, but I "heard" her tell me it was going to be ok. The party was going to be over soon and nothing bad was going to happen. I don't believe this was a dream for 2 reasons: 1. I could still hear the music from the room upstairs and I was fully aware of the surroundings in the room I was in. 2. I don't know squat about colonial times so there was no way I would just pick colonial dress for someone to be in. I told Tom a few days later that I'd seen a ghost when I was in NJ. He, of course, thinks I'm crazy, but points to him for not divorcing me then. The more I think about it, I wonder if that was one of my spirit guides. ANYWAY....
The other night when I was falling asleep, I was praying to God to please let me meet one of my spirit guides. I know they are there to help us and I really want to meet mine. That night I had a dream about a man I'd never seen before.
You may think I'm crazy, but again I go back to, why is it ok to believe in God and Angels, but not the rest of it? It's comforting to know that there's more out there than this life and this place. It's comforting to know that our loved ones still watch out for us from the other side. As a catholic, I learned all about the miracles performed by the saints and the miracles performed by Mary & Jesus. Why am I expected to blindly believe that, but not this?
posted by Chris O. @ 11/03/2004 10:43:00 PM
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