I am a baseball fan, which naturally makes me a superstitious person. I do not wear my team's logos on a game day because every time I do, they loose. I scold the announcers from the comfort of my couch when they "curse" the team by saying someone hasn't made a mistake, yet and I don't allow hubby to shave his face if we get into the playoffs. (Those are just some of the baseball superstitions I follow)
***fantasy babies mentioned***
So when odd things happen in the course of the rest of my life, I perk up and pay attention. Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I had a half conscious dream that these two little follies, growing inside me, turned into two little girls. We named them Olivia and Charlotte and over the course of my dream I went from being pregnant to delivering these little sweeties with my departed sister, Julie, in the delivery room with me and DH. She was standing by my knee, giving me a pep talk and cheering me on. (On a funny note, I recall thinking it was very strange we were in a delivery room with twins. It would have been much more likely that we would be in the OR for a c-section, but whatever!)
***fantasy baby discussion over***
About a month ago, I also had a strange experience involving my sister. I was having a particularly stressful day and could not fall asleep. I had a million thoughts racing through my mind (including the usual fear that we will never have a baby) and I was laying on my side with my arm outstretched when I felt the pressure of someone holding my hand. In my mind, I saw my sister's face and she just said, "Everything is going to be ok." In all the time since she died, I have never had an experience like this. I even tried to move my hand and flex my fingers but the pressure of someone grasping my hand was still there.
I know many people are skeptical of interactions with people in the afterlife and I have been on the fence about whether or not the encounters people talk about are real or just a figment of someone's imagination. But this sure felt real to me and it felt like a sign. Not just a sign that all the stressful things in my life will work out but a sign that we will, someday, have a baby.
What is your opinion on the subject of signs? Either signs from people who have passed or just strange unexplainable things that happen over the course of every day life?