After nearly three days of straight driving on a quick trip to Florida from South Carolina I had a very lucid dream. I was in a car with my deceased father down a hilly two lane road. We were talking, enjoying the beautiful clear blue skies when all of the sudden out of nowhere a car came barreling toward us. This car literally jump over the car ahead of us crossing into our lane and crashed directly through our windshield. The next thing I said was, “Are we flying?” I did not see any signs of our accident, no blood or car wreckage, no explosions just the sensation of flying. It was quite frightening actually.
I fear this might be some sort of a sign from my father to perhaps slow down my life a bit to spend more time as a family with my husband and soon to graduate high school daughter or the dream may become a reality. I often times sense him telling me how to do things I’ve never done before. Such as repairing a torn plug on a lamp. Just curious about what others feel this dream may represent.
