Hello all! I am new here so please bear with me.
Dream: Last night I had a dream that my father and I were talking and somehow I knew that he knew the date of my impending date. I asked him 3 times to tell me when it was. He didn't want to. Finally on the third time I said "ok ok. Just tell me, do I make it to 60?" He looked at me for a second and shook his head and walked away. I said "OMG! I don't make it to 60? Ok, how about 50, and then I'll leave you alone." He shook his head a little and then walked away. I replied "OMG! I don't even make it to 50?" So I leave him alone for a moment but I feel a small amount of panic and now I just HAVE to know. So I walk up to him and tell him "dad, just tell me when. Do I make it at least to my next birthday?" and he looks me in my eye and says acting a bit sad "it will be around that date." I let this sink in for a second and when he sees that I seem to be taking the news pretty well he looks a little relieved and actually looks kind of excited to tell me details. "It will be around your birthday this year from liver cancer two inches to the right." he says. "From hep C?" I ask. "I'm not sure, could be. I just know liver cancer." he replies. I realize there is no use getting upset. I ask "where will Radar go?" (my dog) "We will figure something out" is his reply and now he seems a little sad again, to be having to tell me this. We stand for a minute and then he says "you need to talk to your daughter. She has become a christian hater and you have to intervene. Sabrina she has just been SO hateful. I say "I know dad and I will. I'll take care of it." and then my dream fast forwards to around the date of my death and I am in a hospital bed in a living room of his ranch. This wasn't a nightmare and although I was sad at the end I also felt a measure of peace. When I woke up I remembered every detail vividly and I felt this was just the way it was and now I had 8 months to mend a few things because my time on this plane was coming to a finish.
I am a 41 year old female, estranged from my 20 year old daughter. Have been divorced three times. My mother and grandmother (my best friends) both passed within the last 5 years. Just yesterday I was telling a friend how I learned Santa wasn't real. By asking my father because I know that he has never lied to me and never would. He prides himself on his extreme honesty.Im not sure what other details to include here so if you think of something please feel free to ask. Also I am hep c positive.