1 year later

So as I sat reading a friends blog it reminded me that dreams are freaky. Jen's dream was vivid. Mine was real. Many of you know I was a foster child. Well here goes the dream. A Wednesday evening Thursday morning, I had a strange yet realistic dream. I was being notified by mail (do letters still get sent?) That my Mother (died 1963) and Father were having a medical procedure done and I needed to be there. Since I have never met my Father it would be strange. The letter shows a map of roads and almost a google map page near a bay of water. I then see him in the dream wearing chaps riding a horse and then he and I go surfing. The procedure goes fine. I see him with a truck and then poof it is over. I woke up and said I need to go on ancestry.com to check him out again. Funny thing though. I had searched him out earlier about 3 months previous with a few tidbits. This time I found again he got married right around whenI was born to a woman in San Diego. Well I thought I would search her out. Her name was not the standard type name so I figured she would be easy. Through searches I found her through a post she filed on someones blog. I thought how can I find her now?
As my mouse went over her name her email address popped up. I emailed her right away. As I asked her the questions only a wife of my father would know she emailed me back and asked for some information from me. Within 2 hours she emailed me back and asked for my phone number. That evening she called me. She asked one question to verify who I was. She then knew it was truly me. Now it gets interesting.
It turns out that my father fought apaternity suit against my mother in 1963. Which we cannot find in the records in San Diego yet. I then find out many things about him that I never knew. It turns out that while I was in the midwest with another foster family he was 40 miles away from me. His then wife whom I found him through was working for an attorney whose family I knew. She would visit the restaurant I worked in every so often since it was the only steak house in town. This gets even stranger. His daughter by her sends me a picture of him at age 68. Just picture me with really gray hair and it is the spitting image. Now for the weird. That evening I had the dream, He was in a city by a bay which I cant mention, having his pacemaker looked at. Now tell me that our Heavenly Father doesnt have an influence on our dreams from time to time. Now there are more particulars but I have given our blog to them to let them read. He doesnt want to have any contact at this time for which I am befuddled but understand. I can say that I wondered why did I have this dream only to not have contact with someone for whom I have been looking for my entire life? Oh well it is what it is. So next time you have a dream be careful it might mean something.

Tim