My daughter was 5. I had this terrible dream about her being hit by a car. I saw her head being hit. I started to wake up but I heard myself shouting, "No, I have to know what happens." I saw a black doorframe there was a hospital bed. There was a traction weight hanging off the end of the bed. There was a red flag on it. That was when I woke up. It was so vivid & upsetting that I told my oldest daughter about it.
One year later, it happened. She was in ICU w/a fractured skull & pelvis, fx femuer and shoulder and internal injuries. She was in a coma. My world stopped. She spent 2 weeks in ICU before she rallied some & was sent to pediatrics. It was in the new part of the hospital and I hadn't seen it yet. When I went into her new room, I noticed all the doorframes were painted black. She complained that the people walking by hit the weight on the traction frame so I took out a piece of red fabric from my bag & pinned it to the weight so it would be more visible. And that was when I remembered the dream.
She is 35 today. Her doctor told her because of the scar tissue in her abdomen, it was unlikely she would conceive. But she has 2 lovely children & she is a teacher today.
I don't overlook my dreams anymore.
Recently, I was recovering from a minor operation. I don't know why, but while my daughter came over to the house, she brought me an album. As I was looking at it, I passed out. I saw my mother and a man who recently passed from my choir. And I saw my daughter's hand reaching for my hand. It disappeared for a moment & I called out to her that I wasn't sure I wanted to stay yet. I think I saw heaven. I let her pull me back.