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One of the earlier prophetic dreams I had was in 2008, and it changed the trajectory of my life. I was told and shown within a dream that I\u2019d have a son, even though I was single, gay and on a tight budget. For gay men, having children is a very complicated and often expensive process. Yet in the dream, I was introduced to my son and told that I would have him with my lesbian best friend Tricia and her wife Rachel. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ll never forget the final segment of the dream when Rachel quite literally reached in and pulled our son from Tricia\u2019s \u201cbelly\u201d and handed him to me. Tears were rolling down my face as a very powerful voice (much like Morgan Freeman\u2019s) told me that this was my son and his name was Syrus. <\/p>\n

Before that dream, I had zero intention of becoming a dad until I was older and settled. The idea of having a child with a lesbian couple and being a father wasn\u2019t very appealing, but once I held the child in my arms, all my plans went out the window. I knew that dream was too real to be random or meaningless. I also knew that if it was truly meant to be, and already in the energetic process of becoming, we wouldn\u2019t need any medical assistance in creating the child. <\/p>\n

So the following Valentine\u2019s Day, my son was conceived at home through the process many have termed \u201cthe turkey baster method.\u201d Except in our case it was the \u201cshot glass and a syringe method.\u201d Forty-one weeks later, Tricia gave birth to our son Sky\u2014none of us loved the name Syrus at that time.<\/p>\n

But that wasn\u2019t all. Another wonderful personal miracle occurred as a result of that dream. Tricia and Rachel already had a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter named Faith, who was also my goddaughter. Once we decided to go forward with having a child (which I already knew was going to be a boy), one of my conditions was to ask Faith if she wanted me to be her dad. Tricia, Rachel, and I didn\u2019t think it was fair for Sky to be the only one with a father. <\/p>\n

Lucky for me, Faith was on board from the get-go. Thus, I gained not only a son but a daughter, plus a modern family. For the next four years, I was a part-time father of two, and Tricia, Rachel and I were a very happy \u201cfive family.\u201d<\/p>\n

All prophetic dreams aren\u2019t positive<\/h2>\n
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Unfortunately, not all prophetic dreams are positive, and on January 30, 2014, I had another dream that predicted the end of the \u201cfive family\u201d as we knew it. In the dream, two people I was very close to (one of my best friends and my father) died. I saw them both in two open caskets made from very thin plywood with a bouquet of roses in between. I distinctly remember the scent of roses and wondered why the caskets were so poorly made. I\u2019d never seen a poorly constructed casket made of plain wood. <\/p>\n

I distinctly remember (and have texts to prove) speaking to Tricia about my dream and telling her that two people close to me were about to die. She was dismissive as always. I pushed the dream out of conscious awareness and interpreted it in some other non-tragic way. It\u2019s not fun to know that something bad is going to happen, and to be honest, at the time I wasn\u2019t as trained in relying on my dreams as I am today, especially death dreams (I\u2019d only had two before). <\/p>\n

Then, on the eve of April 17, 2014, I had a second death dream about the departure of two people close to me, one that included a car accident and a farewell. Five hours after I woke up, both Sky and Tricia died in a car accident that left Faith nearly dead with a broken neck in the backseat.<\/p>\n

A source of communication<\/h2>\n
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I know having death dreams sounds terrible. When I tell people this story, they sometimes say, \u201cPlease don\u2019t dream about me,\u201d or \u201cI\u2019d never want to have the gift of premonition!\u201d They wonder why anyone in their right mind would want to develop their intuition if it might foretell such terrible events. Yet my intuition\u2019s warnings were the only thing that saved my sanity for the months that followed. <\/p>\n

As much as I wished the accident hadn\u2019t happened, I knew I was given a peek of what was to come months before the event. To me, that meant this wasn\u2019t a random event; things were unfolding as intended. In fact, my dreams ended up transforming into a new gift that was beyond comforting, a gift that I wouldn\u2019t give up for the world. <\/p>\n

My dreams became a source of constant communication with both Sky and Tricia as they guided me from (and through) what were the darkest moments of my life to the next chapter. I felt as if they were holding my hands and guiding me step by step. <\/p>\n

The night of the accident, I couldn\u2019t sleep, so I asked my family to find nighttime medicine to send me to dreamland. I needed to be asleep to gain information regarding Sky and Tricia, as well as possible insight on Faith\u2019s future. She was then in an induced coma with a very low chance of survival. As you can imagine, the only question on our minds was whether she was going to survive. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ll never forget falling asleep and, for the very first time, hearing a new version of Sky\u2019s beautiful laughter as he reassured me that Faith was not only going to survive but was going to make a full recovery. I remember waking up with a great sense of clarity and running to inform the rest of the family of the news I\u2019d just received from the great beyond.<\/p>\n

Another child? <\/h2>\n
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