The death of my father :( Reality Dream 1

Who would ever thought that dreams would become a reality. Well, I for one was not prepared for the bad news. It took me a long time to realize that I have been given a gift to see things in my dreams that do become reality. You might think that I'm crazy right! but what I' m about to share with you, is the experiences that I had that led me to discover my gift. But this gift is not like any other, its unexpected and always a sign of a warning to bad news. Do you believe in God? Do you think that this gift is given to me by God? Psychologists would have an interpretation for this kind of dream as mentioned in the earlier post. As for me I believe that this was God given. So many questions yet so little answers but time will tell why did it happen to me.
To begin with, I was inspired by a very dear friend - Laycie-Ann Tobosa. I was a regular follower of her baby blog and I happen to come across one of her updates on the blog as she explained how she was having dreams. You can read this in her blog http://babytobosa-mocelutu.blogspot.com/

The year 2008 was one of the most challenging year for me and my family, as we lost our dear beloved dad, who passed away in his sleep. At that time, my family we staying in the mountains of western region of Viti Levu - to be precise- Nadarivatu High School while I reside in Suva the eastern side of Viti Levu.

October was the month that I was moving from house to house and I became good friends with Maria who helped me to discover that as christians we should be baptised again as a symbol of being born again and receiving Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour. With the guidance of a few elders I was baptised at the Suva Point Seashore.

My dream began on my regular visit to Mavis place in Qauia Street. Never in my life have I dreamt of something very precise and the faces of the people were clearer than ever. What I saw still remains with me up until today. To some they may call it a nightmare but to me at that time and now...it was a clear warning!!!
I saw my father - Sairusi Gagavoka Moce, was buried alive, without any coffins..he layed on the ground and a guy who I can't see his face started digging up the grave and covering up my dad. He laid there helpless and soon my dream switched to another scene as I saw my dad carrying my brother - Aceni, and the image of my brothers body was so scary - skin all pealed out but my dad was hugging him as if telling my brother that everything was okay.
At the same time I woke up crying. I couldn't stop crying that my cousin had woken up by it. It was 0400 hours and we decided to stay up until the sun comes up. I could not wait to reach USP (University of the South Pacific) the local University I was attending, to call my family. My friend - Grace Stella Waqawaqa gave the secret code to dial out from the newsroom. Seconds later I was on the phone speaking to both my parents which I told them about the dream and pleaded with them to be safe and take care.
Two weeks later the dream became reality.

We surely miss our beloved dad. May he Rest In Peace. I'm certain that we will meet again in the next life.