My Prophetic Dreams part 3

Uncle R And The Strange Conversation

My most recent prophetic dream took place one morning this past February - the day my uncle passed away. I'll call him Uncle R.



I have several uncles, but he is the one that I had always been closest to. Growing up I thought he was one of the coolest, most exciting people I knew. He was always the life of family gatherings. He even drew me out of my shell when he was around.

Uncle R did things his way and didn't care what anyone thought about it. I always secretly wished that he was my dad or that I could go to live with his family. Don't get me wrong I have wonderful parents...we just were just a family of...well..introverts...his family did exciting stuff that I had no clue I was missing out on.

About 6 years ago, Uncle R lived with with my husband, Padawan, and me for a few months when he was going through a divorce. I got to know him even better. As an adult, I began to see some of his flaws and that he was...well...human. I didn't always agree with the choices he made, and that kind of knocked him off of the pedestal I had always put him on. However, it didn't change my love for him. He was still my favorite uncle.

My uncle was also a lot like my Granny- he even looked like her a little a lot - so in some ways being around him was almost like still having her around too.

Shortly after Uncle R's divorce, he moved back to his place, but he would drop by unexpectedly to visit us from time to time. Usually just as I was just waking up, and the house was a disaster, but I let him get by with it.

When I lost our last baby, he drove over an hour to visit me in the hospital- even though I thought I let it be known that I didn't want any visitors...but I couldn't turn him away. And I was glad he came.

We tried to visit my uncle once or twice a year. We spent a weekend at his house summer of 2010. He had planned to come over for Christmas dinner last year, but it we had a very rare white Christmas here, so he decided to stay home where he was warm and safe.
Well, February came around and I was suddenly thinking about Uncle R, and how much I couldn't wait til it was warm enough to go back out to his place to see him and do some more fishing in his lake.

It was just a few days after that that I had this dream:

In my dream, he called me on my cell phone. He told me he loved me. We had apparently made plans for him to come over. He said that he wasn't going to be able to make it. When I asked him when I would get to see him again, he wouldn't answer. He changed the subject. He told me not to worry about my kidney, and to take care of myself. That really confused me. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't have kidney problems...that Husband was the one who had kidney stones all the time. We kept going in circles with this conversation. Him talking about my kidney and me asking when I would see him again- with no answer.

I guess I woke up after that. The conversation is all I remember. But this dream stuck with me like the previous two.

I hadn't been awake very long when I got a distraught phone call from my Mom. She told me that my uncle's friend who checks up on him hadn't heard from him in a couple of days so he went over to his house. He found Uncle R unconcious in his bed, and that he was now in the hospital in a coma. They weren't sure what happened to him, but they were pretty sure he had had a stroke. (We do know a little more now, but I won't go into detail on my blog).

We spent the morning praying for my uncle; he was deteriorating quickly. By the afternoon he was on life support and they were trying to keep him alive long enough for my cousin to fly in from Utah to say goodbye. They had to take him off life support before her flight landed.

Husband was going to go out to the hospital after work. I wanted to go, but as some of my readers know, leaving the house is iffy for me at times. I found out there wasn't going to be a funeral or a memorial service, so I willed myself to feel decent enough to go to the hospital to say my goodbyes too. Or I would regret it for the rest of my life.

So we went..and we said our goodbyes..and exchanged lots of hugs and tears with my extended family members who were there.

But the story doesn't end here. The next part is a little freaky too.

I had a doctor's appointment a couple of days later. (The kind where you are compelled to go to be able to get your medication refilled.) During my visit, my urinalysis results showed blood in my urine. The doctor acted very concerned and wanted me to get an ultrasound of my kidneys right away! Funny..I thought, because I had been in there several times in years past feeling and looking like I was on death's door and having freaky weird seizure like shaking episodes in his office and he told me I was "just" depressed. Also, my WBC count has come back twice with high eosinophils and he had the nurses tell me its because of allergies- which I don't have. But I digress.

Now, I have a little blood showing up on my U/A and he's freaking out! I immediately thought of my dream!

Well, I humored my doctor and went directly to the place for the ultrasound, but when we got there they were so busy that I decided to reschedule. Besides, just going to one doctor's appointment was enough for one day. This may be TMI but...When we got home, I noticed that I was spotting. Thanks, Aunt Flow..way to freak the doctor out. Well, there you go..that's why it showed there was blood in my urine.

And here I was bewildered again by another prophetic dream!

Apparently, this dream was God's way of preparing me for the loss of my Uncle AND to let me know not to worry about my kidney????

Why do I only have dreams like this when people are about to die? Its really getting freaky!

I wonder if there will be more....

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In Memory of Uncle R

February 2011

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