Before I share this, I would like to encourage you to look up the difference between a dream with a loved one in it and an actual visitation dream. They are very different, and I do not want someone reading this to assume something of our own subconscious mind, that at times expressed negatively in dreams, is their loved one.
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The other day I brought up a visitation dream I had over a year or so ago. The only visitation dream I’ve ever had that words were exchanged.
(I have had three from dad and one from my grandma – in my entire life – they are rare)
Okay let’s take it from the top…. I’ll describe the dream and then what followed it.
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In my dream I was in a big black pick-up truck (one truck) driving down, or through, a smallish creek. Water sprayed on either side from the wheels as I traveled until the truck came to a stop and I seen myself get out, walk up a small hill and sit at a picnic table across from my Dad.
Someone (I did not see the person I just knew someone, like an energy) was sitting to the right of Dad.
It was a nice day. I remember the sun, the green grass, the paint chipping off the picnic table, and the overwhelming feeling of love.
Dad and I talked. I can’t remember the entire conversation, but I do remember knowing three of us were at that table.
TWO big black pick-up trucks started coming towards us down the same creek, Dad and I stood up, the next part I remember vividly.
Dad: “We’ll looks like that’s your ride, you better get going, you have work to do back there, kid.”
He hugged me. It was my Dad. It was home. It was all encompassing and I felt it with every single cell of my body even after I woke up.
Dad: “Just press that button on your phone and it will get you home”
The trucks slowed – never fully stopping – and I hopped in the truck in the lead.
Soon after I woke up. I cried… and I knew it was something big. I had no idea how big it was until a few weeks or so later.
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I told my best friend and my sisters about the dream and we just sort of moved forward not knowing why or what the dream meant.
One night my phone went off. I opened the notification to see a positive pregnancy test from my baby sister. Life was about to change, as it always does, in quite a big way.
It did take a bit for me to connect the dream with Dad to the conception of his babies first baby.
A few months into the pregnancy Dad visited again (that is two of the three, remember they are rare) …. This dream was short and simple.
I was walking and Dad was walking in front of me. We were walking into the building where I had the baby shower for my first daughter. I looked down and seen I was carrying a BLUE baby shower bag. That’s when I knew it was a boy.
What the hell does this have to do with two trucks???
When the dream started, I arrived in a single truck.
When Dad sent me back, I left in the lead truck, with a truck behind me.
It didn’t click until I brought the dream up again that the energy next to Dad at the picnic table hopped in the second truck.
He is almost four months old now. Our hearts are full.
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