Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My dad died about 25 years ago on Christmas Day, and although I think of him now and then, I have never had a dream about him until recently. I rarely if ever record dreams I have because I don’t consider them paranormal, but this was special since it was the first one I ever had about dad. Following is what I typed into my computer log.

“6/4/10… I had a strange dream which I can’t interpret. I was watching John Edwards on TV last night and they were talking about how your loved ones sometimes appear to you in a dream. Well, this morning I had a dream about dad. He was standing, almost kind of leaning, against a light colored, a little bit dilapidated  brick wall. He was dressed to go to work. However, dad wore a plaid flannel shirt and green work pants to work but this dad was dressed more like he was going to an office job, not exactly a suit, but wearing dress pants and a dress shirt. He wasn’t saying anything, just kind of lightly leaning there, looking at me, but I knew he was accusing me of something. I didn’t know what but I felt like I should apologize, like I was guilty of something pretty terrible that I had done to him.  In my dream I started to cry, silently begging him for forgiveness, then my dream stopped.”

For some reason I could never remember the dates of my parents’ birthdays… mom’s was the middle of July and dad’s was sometime the first part of June, so I always had to ask my brother around those times what the dates were. On June 8 I realized that I had better look up the date of dad’s birthday as recently I have begun to put mom’s and dad’s pictures on my coffee table on special days like Christmas and their birthdays, and I was afraid I had missed it. I found out it was June 4. I thought no, couldn’t be, and decided to check my computer log for the date of my dream and found out that it was the morning of June 4! My head almost exploded!

This was only the second time I had experienced anything which could point directly to my dad after he died. The first time was on Christmas Day a couple of years after he died, when my stereo mysteriously turned its volume up to full blast three times in a row; the third time I was standing in front of it watching the dial turn all by itself.

I put dad’s picture on my coffee table and hope that I have redeemed myself for whatever transgressions he felt I was guilty of.

Sent in by Sandy Fuersich, Copyright 2010