I am not a very religiously inclined individual, even though I come from a family whose ancestors have been Hindu priests. I also do not attach much significance to dreams, in fact I find it hard to remember them. The experience I recount in this post has not changed me much in that respect, but it has given me peace of mind. I hope everyone has a similar experience, whether they believe in the spirit or not.
Four years back, my Dad had been suffering from a terminal illness. As soon as he discovered that fact, I made it my prerogative to go visit him. I was with him for twenty frustrating days and then I had to leave – work, wife and kids can be left behind for only so long. I had no idea how much longer his suffering would last. I just hoped it wouldn’t be much.
Two weeks passed, when one morning I woke up from a series of dreams, earlier than I usually wake up. For some reason I had the intuition that Dad was passing away. I received a call from my sister an hour later saying that he was critical, and a couple of hours after that telling me that he had passed away.
It was an unusual experience to say the least. The first dream can be described as a spiritual experience, and it was the second dream that jolted me into wakefulness. If it was not for the second dream I suppose I would have slept longer and forgotten the first.
In my first dream I attended a door and saw an ivory-faced individual peeking at me. The facial features resembled that of my Dad.
I will not go into the details of my second dream, but just say that it involved a loved one drowning, and a rare father will not wake up from such a dream.