okay, check this out: my dad came to me in two dreams; last night and the night before.

both times he gave me a message.


dream number 1 (two nights ago)

my dad took me and my brother to a Village Inn type restaurant. we were sitting in booth.

my dad leaned forward and said: “well I want you two to know that I’m watching out for you. and also...there will be global devastation and war on the 24th of X (I forgot the month.) so please, stay with your family because you’re going to live through it.”



last night before I went to bed I called to my dad:

“dad. last night you gave me a message; but I forgot the month and event. could you please, please come to my dreams tonight and tell me your message again?”

I went to bed.

early this morning I dreamt that my mom and I were driving my dad’s car. my dad was in the back seat. we were driving down Santa Fe Drive by the old Gates Rubber Company plant. we were heading north. I then turned to my dad and asked:

“so could you please tell me again your message?”

he said nothing. I looked forward thinking that I was denied....and just then I saw the ground start to swell and move toward us like a wave in the ocean. when the wave arrived at our car, the car lifted rode the wave like a small boat. then, another wave began to form. and the same thing happened over and over.

I then said to him, “ah, that’s not bad. not too much is going to happen with such small waves.”

just then A FUCKING HUGE WAVE FORMED! it was tall! like New York skyscraper tall! maybe even taller! it rose up like a grey wall; like a castle wall! I mean, it was fuckin’ HUGE! there was all this debris in it, like cars, buildings, people and such!

it started to head toward us! than I said: “SHIT!”

my dad leaned forward to the front seat; he looked around as if he was making sure that no one was watching or listening. he acted like what he was about to say was forbidden. after confirming that the coast was clear, he then said:

“there will be no Christmas this year.” he went back into his seat.




I think my dad came to me this morning in order for me to remember the message. I did.

pretty disturbing, huh? should we be worried?

about my dad: he was pretty evil growing up. however, as us kids became adults, he tried really hard to change and help us the best he could. he also loved his grandkids so much! whenever we needed help, he would try his best to be there. so coming to me with his message wouldn’t be some trick or cruel joke. no. he wouldn’t do something like that. he loved his grandchildren too much.