I've been reading this site for a while but have been hesitant to post my own experiences as writing has never been one of my talents. Please bear with me if things aren't well written.
Late one night when I was in my early teens, my Mum hurried into my room, half asleep, crying and begging me to call an ambulance for her father. This was very strange considering he hadn't been speaking to us for years and at that time he lived a four hour journey away. I sat her down, made her a cup of tea and asked her what was going on. Eventually she fully woke up and calmed down enough to explain that she'd had a very unusual dream.
In this dream her mother (who died when my Mum was 16) was walking beside her along a motorway at night. Her mother led her to where a lorry was stopped at the side of the motorway. The driver of the lorry was slumped against one of the front wheels, obviously in pain, holding his chest and moaning. As she walked closer, her mother went over to the driver and knelt by him, giving my Mum a pleading look. At first my Mum didn't recognise the driver in the darkness, but as she looked closer, his face became more and more like her father's. It was at this point that she had woken up and came running into my room.
I dismissed this and said it was just a dream and there was no reason to freak out. My Mum couldn't stop worrying though, so I suggested calling her sister to see if everything was okay with my granddad. She tried calling several times but got no answer. For a moment we were worried, until we sheepishly realised that it was 3am and everybody would have been asleep.
However a few hours later my aunt called in a panic - my granddad had been found at the side of the road on one of his delivery routes and had been rushed to hospital with a suspected heart attack. My Mum jumped in the car and drove all the way to the hospital as fast as she could in case the worst happened. He stabilised quickly, but was kept in hospital for a few days for monitoring. My Mum and Aunt visited him as often as they could. After 3 days he was given the all clear and released from hospital.
After this he began to talk to us again. He even got a job transfer and moved into a house just a short drive away, so he could spend some time with my Mum, my little brother and I.
To this day my Mum believes that her mother chose to come to her in that dream to reunite our family. If she had been trying to get a warning out about my granddad, my aunt would have been the best point of contact instead.