Ten years after my mother died, I picked up a child and she came home in a dream and shouted at me to run.

They say dreams from deceased loved ones can shield you from harm.

After my mom passed away, I dreamt of her three times.

The first time, she silently blocked me in my dream, refusing to let me go to work.

The next day, I spiked a high fever and couldn't go in. It was a twisted blessing in disguise; I dodged the massive fire at my company building.

The second time, Mom visited my dream again, stopping me from moving into the neighboring complex.

A week later, the arsonist was apprehended in that very complex.

Each time Mom appeared, her form grew a little more translucent.