One night, me and my mom were talking about ghosts, and whether or not she believes in them. She told me this story. Years and years ago, when I was very little, my mom and dad didn't get on very well, mostly because his mother didn't approve of her. One day, my mom couldn't find my father anywhere, so she went over to his mother, and she said angrily "He's gone away from you! for good, and that's all I have to say to you", and she slammed the door in my mom's face. Weeks past, and my mom was in despair. She said that her and her own mother were best friends, and at the time, she wished her mother had been there to help her through the situation. But both her father and mother were dead about 5 years at that time.
One night she had a dream she was walking down a lain way, the one to her childhood house, and she said her mother was at the end of the lain. Her mother spoke to her and said "don't worry about anything, he has just gone away on sea but he will be back shortly, don't worry about the kids". She woke up, and on that day, my dad came knocking on the door. He then told my mom where he had been. "I was in London with my brothers" he said. Of course, there was no particular reason why he should have gone, I think he was seeing another woman, well at least I think that's what his mother thought, and to this day, my mom remembers that dream she had, so now I feel a little better when I tell her about all the strange things that do go on.