My psychic dream that came true
I probably had many more dreams that came true but this one is the most recent and the most obvious one that came to fruition (I only remember other world dreams that someday I’m gonna paint). I believe everyone has atleast one psychic ability; the most common one is receiving information through dreams which is something I always kinda knew about the world and I think many of you do too. That’s how I probably saw the weirdest shit when I was small but I digress.
To begin the story, my father had gotten really injured at work; he was a cop and was doing some required training for the year. On that fateful day his friend told him how he tripped and flipped on his rifle landing on his back asking him if he was ok. He stares at his friend confused feeling fine and finishing the training unaware of what’s to come.
When he got home on that day; the pain hit him like a ton of bricks and he was rushed to the hospital. They told him he had a concussion and many injuries everywhere. When he applied for workers comp? They constantly disputed his claims saying he probably didn’t get it at work even with a witness because he didn’t report it right away. Every step for him was a struggle with his extensive injuries. The only reason he forgot was the concussion, and the adrenalin from the training numbed the intense pain his body was in until he got home where his body gave out.
He was in agony and snapped at everyone in anger for two years. I’m not lying that my father injured every part of his body and now his lower back will never be the same. At the time everyone who talked to him would see how damaged he was, limping and groaning at everyone in anger at every little thing. All the doctors told him he would never walk without pain again but even then he kept going and doing what they instructed him; physical therapy and many stretching regimes. If you guys knew my dad, he normally is a happy adhd guy who jokes around a lot, the only time he gets mad is when there is injustice (which he was reminded of the injustice he was experiencing everyday with workers comp so his anger was worse).
One night during that horrible time, I dreamed of my dad, thin young and excited for life like the happy jolly man he was. As the dream went on I could see him walking around with no limp and some pep in his step. Suddenly he remembers he needs to go to work and as my young looking dad runs down the steps out the house he trips. I obviously freak out; the memory of my dad being horribly injured suddenly hitting my dream brain making me lucid.
Tripping down the steps he angles himself to roll with minimal injury. He keeps moving like he didn’t trip and laughs at the silly mistake out the door and waving me goodbye. Realizing it was a dream at that point I noted as well that the outside that day in the dream was bright with beautiful colors, not vivid but it got the point across that it was bright and beautiful.
I woke up stunned. On the same day I ran to my dad to tell him my dream and how he was going to get better and not be in pain when he walks. He obviously was in pain and didn’t believe it because when your in it you can’t see the way out. With my dad’s determination though, he paid out of pocket for appointments and struggled financially to keep up with what he needed.
Guess what? Now he walks around without pain, no grunting or crying out. He jogs everyday now, even our neighbors told him how crazy it was to see him jogging. He still ices his back after workouts but he is himself again and that’s exactly what the dream showed me. He still exercises to this day without flinching.
So there you go! Happy ending yay! Dreams may be random sometimes but when you get lucid in them it gets real.