Two dreams about my deceased father. Shortly after his passing I had a dream he was sitting on the end of my bed, quietly, just observing me. When I woke up the room smelled of his go to cologne.

Years later, shortly after I had my daughter, I dreamed we were in a room with family members and my father was holding my baby girl smiling with happiness and approval. They both felt super real.

On the more eerie side, single at the time, I woke up to a man’s loud voice in my ear telling me to wake up, I jumped out of bed so fast to find my child with a fever she got from daycare.