Divine Intervention

I'm honestly not sure if this will make the cut, because it happens to be a dream turned into reality. So here goes.

As of lately I have been driving my husband to work, because of his high blood pressure. The medicine he is taking tends to cause him to zone out a bit. And stay groggy for a few hours after taking it.

Lately he has been feeling quite a bit better, so we had a discussion yesterday afternoon about saving on gas, as our funds are getting a bit tight. So he and I both decided he would drive himself to work the next day.

That night I had a dream, felt real so I will call it a vivid dream as I have these often, and usually watch for signs etc, to play out. He and I were driving down the usual street we take towards his job when we come to a red street light. We stop and he tells me he needs to switch seats because he can't see. I do the usual, I climb over into the driver's seat while watching the light as he makes his way around the back of truck and into the passenger seat. The moment he closes the door, the light turns green, and I wake up.

But I will be clear, we don't ever stop in mid traffic, or switch seats while on the road. My usual is when I come to pick him up, I park, and then climb over the seats.

This morning, the same morning as the dream, I wake up early go about my usual routine. Make coffee an hour before he gets up. He wakes up, and starts getting ready for work.

I look at him, I feel something is very off, so I ask him if he would like me to drive him this morning, he responds with a "If you'd like." I turn around, and continue to go about my routine. I still feel a nagging about this morning, so I ask him again "Would you like me to go?" He then responds "yes."

We head out, all was fine, he was feeling fine, and we finally turn down the street we always drive on, still not thinking anything about this dream.

We get about 10 feet down the road, and he says "I can't see the road." So I ask him do you want me to drive the rest of the way? And he said yes immediately, which he doesn't do. He likes to say on course.

So he pulls over, and just as the dream played out, I climb over the seat, and he makes his way around the back, and hops on in.

I drop him off at work, and I'm about halfway down the street heading back when I get this lowering of pressure in my ear that I consider a sign from my guides letting me know they're with me.

That's when I remember the dream. So I thank my guides for intervening and arrive home and I receive a text from my husband. He thanked me for taking over the rest of the drive, because he suddenly felt he was zoning out, and he couldn't see the road.