This was a very strange occurrence I had last night. Nov, 30th, 2010, I came home from work and as usual I go to my office on my computer to work a few hours. It being a cold day, I stoked up the basement fireplace and went into my office. I was wide awake and having a beer as I was working the computer. Home alone with a few pets all was quiet. I soon had this urgent need to lay down for a while as sleep hit me hard. Like sleeping pills working its effects. I could not concentrate or keep my eyes open. So I walked to the couch and laid to rest. I cover up in a blanket and felt the welcome warmth of the fireplace. I was in a comfortable place as I heard the furnace kick on in the background. I soon would drift off, on my sudden sleep binge.
I found myself in a dream and I was myself not someone looking on. I was standing on my childhood porch I grew up in. It was warm and summer. I saw the green grass and familiar environment. The porch was walled half way up and the top half was covered my tall screens, so my sight was blinded somewhat. I was leaning up against the house side just looking out, when suddenly I heard footsteps walking up the yard to the front door. I remembered often that the mailman often approached that way and left mail on the box attached to the house. I had not seen him yet, but could hear him approaching. Then someone came visible as they walked up the steps and became visible through the screens. I was shocked. It was not the mail man but it was my dad that had passed on almost two years previous.
He spoked to me in his uplifting voice. "Hi Jay"
"Dad, oh my God, Dad", I yelled.
I ran out the door and hugged him long. It felt so real, and I felt his hug. He was looking younger. He died with last stages of MS, bronchitis, and blater infection just before his 80th birthday. He was ready to die and made peace with the Lord. At this moment he was looking around my age, early 50;s and healthy. He was happy and uplifting. He was verille, and stought. He was wearing jeans and a burgandy long sleeved sweatshirt with his sleeves rolled up much like I do. He was Dad, looking the way he wanted me to see him. I asked his what he was doing?
"I am changing", he said! I looked at him and he repeated. "I am trying to change"
I did not understand and I said, "Why Dad, I love you, Your a great guy, everybody loves you"
He then laughted with that familiar acceptance sound I was so accepting of. It was my Dad. Then it was over.
I was jolted back into my body as I woke up I was stunned. I felt that was more than just a dream. I felt I was lifted to a plane where I could meet with him briefly for a minute. I have never dreamed of him since his death. This was my first encounter and it felt real as life. As I thought about it more I realized all the material I have read and heard on others who encountered similar instances. I was wide awake and happy that I had seen him. I did not understand his comments the "I am changing", but he looked happy and was letting me know that I feel. The more I thought about it, I feel there was a reason why I had to lay down suddenly as I was not sleepy before hand. I feel know it was a moment in time for a meeting that I had to be there. It was given to me only briefly, but it was a Godsend!