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Sunny day. I, my brother and dad (he looked younger) were sitting at the table in the front of my brother's house, under some kind of canopy/car port. My dad was wearing navy blue t-shirt. I was going to the airport I think and my dad offered a ride and brought a motorcycle. I was surprised...he smiled "you thought it will be a car?" I did but then I was tempted to go on motorcycle because it was like going back to childhood when I was riding with my dad. So, we took off. I was holding on tightly to my dad while he was driving on asphalt road. He was looking at something on the left side, not straight at the road, and I was concerned about that. At some point he started going off the road. I said: dad, look straight. And he did start focusing on the road ahead. At this point I felt touch on my right arm. I knew it was God. I said, Jesus, Jesus and started weeping. My dad started weeping too. We came to a halt in front of some building and I woke up.
P.S. my dad died over a month ago. I did ride with him on a motorcycle in childhood.
