I'm not real sure what category this story needs to be posted under so I chose Misc. I have submitted two others but they haven't been posted yet. Before I post this one, I would like to ask something of any readers who take the time to read this one and even my other ones. I have read a lot of other stories posted here more or less to see if anyone has ever had any similar experiences and what other people's thoughts are. I ask that you please don't bash me or insinuate that what I share are made up stories.
I have shared the fishing experience my husband and I had, and I have shared the experience my stepsister and I had with the car headlights.
This one has to do with my Dad and a different one that has to do with the house I live in. As far as any others, none come to mind.
My Dad passed away when I was only six. Not suddenly really, he had been sick for about a year and a half. A few weeks before he died, my Mother told me he had a bad dream one night and it woke him up. She said he was sitting straight up in bed, broke out in a cold sweat and shaking. She said he told her he dreamed that his Dad was standing on top of a hill and his sister was standing halfway down the hill saying "Come on pokey, we are waiting on you. We don't have all day." His Dad had passed away three years prior to this and his sister had passed away the summer before. His sister had been the only one to call him "pokey". My Mom said it clearly upset my Dad. He passed away almost three weeks after that.
This did not happen to me, but in a way I guess it did, it involved my Dad and the fact he is no longer with me. My Mom still gets teary eyed when she thinks about it and that has been thirty three years ago. I will write about my experience about my house in another post, I don't want to make this one too long.