when i was about 10 or 12 i had a dream of my grand dad. we were going to go see him that summer and fish off of his house boat. i dreamed that he came to me and told me we would not go fishing that summer. he also told me not to hate the ones responsible, it would be for the better. then he smiled at me and i woke up. at that time i did know my dreams meant something but i was not sure what. so i waited. 2 weeks later my grand father was out checking on his tenants in his rental property. there was a race riot going on in the city and he wanted to check on his property. while out he was shot in the head. he ws an old man. he had lived a good life. i did not find out for many years what he meant by for the better. then about 5 years ago my mom told me that her dad had throat cancer. the doctor wanted to remove his bottom jaw and part of his throat. though my family knew he was that ill they still found it in their hearts to hate. i was very young but i knew all of that hate was not right. then in 1988 i had a dream of my dad. i dreamed he was sitting in the den of the house i grew up in. he was talking to an old friend of my parents. i was standing behind the chair he was sitting in and martha was sitting on a couch across from him. as they talked her son walked into the room and i looked at him and said you are going to die. then i looked down at my dad and he smiled up at me and i said no its you. then i woke up. my parents had been divorced for some time and it was a bitter divorce. my dad never came to see us because my mom would have him jailed for not paying her in a timely manner. so he lived in florida. no one knew where and he didnt give anyone his address. my uncle, his brother told me he was seeing a woman down there and gave me her number. i tried calling several times. i tried for 2 weeks to ask him to go to the doctor. i never did find him. nor did any of the rest of my family. 2 weeks later his girlfriend called his brother crying and said he had been sitting in a chair and had a massive heart attack. the woman in the dream with him was the only one to send me a sympathy card. every time i dram of my dad now i know someone in my family is going to die. i can not stop it. i can not change what God says will come to pass. i have had many dreams of my dad. every one happened 2 weeks later. he shows me it is ok to die. it is not the end. it is the beginning.