First night with my dad in the hospital.

After spending the night at the hospital with my father, I realized why I needed to in Guam for a while. At 2am this morning, awoke to my father talking to me. At first, I thought he was talking in his sleep again, but I realized he was really talking to me. He was asking for a basin, because he needed to vomit. I jumped out of my chair and raced to the bathroom where the basin was kept. I handed it to my father and he throw up brown liquid and it smelled pretty awful. It was the same thing that was coming out of his NG tube which was removed yesterday morning in hopes that his intestines would start working properly again. The only way to describe what it looked like is to say it looked like diarrhea. After vomiting almost a basin full, he did it again about an hour later. His nurse and I ended up changing his linen and clothing about 3am.
When I finally relaxed enough to fall asleep again, I started to dream. I dreamt that I was in my father’s hospital room, but it was a little different. Everything looked the same, but it felt different. I looked around and saw about 5 different people in here that I did not recognize. As I looked at them, their faces started to change and I jumped out of my chair. I finally realized that these people were all dead. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I even tried to say, “May the power of Christ compel you,” but the words could not escape my mouth. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I started praying and I raised my hands in the air. All of a sudden, my body started to feel warm and light flew from my raised hands. The light scared off the spirits and then I woke up in the chair beside my father’s bed, covered in sweat. I immediately looked at my father to see if he was ok. He was sound asleep and breathing normally. I couldn’t shake the dream from my thoughts.
As some of my good friends know, I sometimes dream of events that come true. I guess you could say that I sometimes have precognitive dreams. I really can’t really begin to imagine what that dream meant. All I know is that I’m terrified of it.
It reminded me of late yesterday night when my mother and aunt came to visit my father. My mother, my aunt, and I were talking about me moving back here for a while and all of a sudden I remember that I had a dream about this a few months ago. Talk about major déjà vu. Maybe I’m just going crazy and need to see a shrink. All I could do is laugh at myself right now.
I finally got broadband internet service at my parent’s house so I can finally get started on blogging again. That is all for now.