I'll preface this by stating that I lost all faith in God when my father got terminal cancer and died at 63. I never remember anything about dreams, ever. I had a dream last night that left me really shaken. Here is what is consisted of.
Katy and I had a fight so I left the house and went to a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game(I hate baseball and loathe the Pirates because they are cheap ass fucking con artists.) So I was there with my two best friends that I never met and there were three kids sitting behind us. The one kid was bald and spent the entire game throwing stuff at me. When I turned around and yelled at him, he revealed he was a she and had leukemia and had months to live. Her name was Alex. The next part of the dream was she and I in a hospital room about to undergo a bone marrow transplant. It went without a hitch and she lived.
I don't pay a lot of credence into religion or acts of God but I honestly find myself kind of shaken. I don't remember dreams. The only cancer type dreams I've ever had involved my father dying and they are vague passing images I barely remember after I wake up. So for me to have a dream about saving someone with a specific type of cancer and what it entailed is kind of making me think this is something I should research.
Has anyone ever had something like this happen? Am I alone in this?