I've always been a "Dreamer" I dream every night. I was wondering if you could help me. Are they signs? Is thinking about dreams bad? They are Good dreams. The only Bad/Nightmares I remember are 2. These dreams started around the day I got saved. I told some friends about it (non-Christian friends) and they said its nothing... just my weird subconscious mind playing with me. That's 20 years ago. Recently, my dreams became intense. I talked to my neurologist and he said its one of the side effects of the meds (I dont think so) 20 years ago, I got saved. Sometime that week I had a dream about my Dad sitting in a chair drinking wine. (My dad doesn't drink) he was sitting down facing a wall of bright white light. I can't really see because the light is too bright. As I got closer I could see my Dad more. I heard a loud echo voice saying COME. I looked at my Dad's face and he was smiling at me. He said, I will die first. This happened when I was 8yo. I can't get that out of my mind. I know I was young but for some odd reasons. I wasn't scared. My Dad passed away couple of years ago. The story of his death is in my in testimony. Anyway.. 35 days after his death. I had a dream, I was sitting inside a car and around me was buildings on fire. My Dad was knocking to let him in, I knew my dad already died. I didn't open the door. As the fire grew more, he was banging the window. He said: "it's not me". I woke up from my dream, I turned of the window a.c. I looked at the time 4:14am (same time my dad woke me up the day he passed away) I stood up because I need to go to the bathroom, I turned on the light and I saw the door handle moving, it was my Dad trying to open the door, knocking. He said: I need to tell you something.. I told him Dad, I can't. You're dead. I turned around and I saw my body still laying on the bed. I freaked out and ran to my body. I laid down trying to reconnect my body. But when I sit up its still there laying down. I tried again and I prayed. Jesus, help me. I heard knocking, my Dad said listen my child. Listen. I woke up, the AC is off. Lights were on my door is locked. The next morning I told my brother and his face pales (scared i guess ) He said Uncle is in the hopital. We immediately called a Pastor and that afternoon, my Uncle passed away. I do not want to question what just happend but I always wondered.. Is it just me? Do I have a "active imagination"? Should I reject it? Should I listen?