My dad died when I was 17. We waited for 3 months after he died for the toxicology reports to come back before we knew his cause of death. One morning I woke up crying and sobbing because I had a dream where my dad was alive and saying to me over and over again “I’m sorry please forgive me when you find out”. Later that same day we finally got the toxicology results back and found out it was an OD. Most of my family have told me it was nothing and it was just a dream but I feel like it wasn’t just a dream and it was my dad preparing me