First i would like to give u a background my husband had two brothers whom died when he was younger.His eldest brother drowned fishing as they were very poor and he was responsible for providing food for his brothers and sister.His youngest brother died from the flu as they barely made enough to eat therefore couldnt afford medicines.Well when i moved in with my husband and his family I often got scared as there was the usual ghostly damn crap seeing things,Things going missing when u just had it,Noises ect.. It didnt set in until my daughter was born I was really young at the time so we still lived with his parents.Anyways I had complications when having my eldest child and this sounds corny but someone or something i dont know was telling me to see the doctor which was weird because i felt fine. May be my pregnant hormones but i went and that afternoon i was scheduled for an emergency C-section(its when they cut u to get the baby out)Apparently If i hadnt gone that day I could have died as i had abnormally high blood pressure I had all these wires and needles poking out of me it was horrible. Anyways I got worse and so they moved me to intensive care thats where i am not sure if they r dreams but someone was telling me it was goin to be okay i would be fine he resembled my husband and sometimes i thought he was but it only happened at nite and it could have been the medicine but they had strict no visitors rules after 8.He wasnt a doctor as he was dressed in normal clothes and what makes me sure someone was watching over me was when i wanted something i got it.Example is when i was in the bed and couldnt get my drink as it was to far to reach and it was to painful to sit up it moved towards me.I didnt get really scared just shocked as i knew whatever or whoever was trying to help me.Another example was when i dropped the remote thing you use to call the nurse the one with the button on it well i dropped it and i just blinked i didnt see it move but it was just there back on the bed. I believe it was my husbands older brother. When i finally got to go home and my daughter was 6 months old we were all often fighting amongst ourselves.Parents sister and other brother which would often upset my daughter so i would put her in her cot still crying her heart out so i could finish off the arguement and closed the door so she couldnt hear us. When i came back in the room i felt i cant explain it properly but i felt happy like there was nothing to worry about and my daughter looked happy and like she was looking at something and playing then when she finally noticed me she just looked sad and the happy feeling left to. Hope i havent bored you to much as my husband hates talking about his older brother because when his brother was being prepared for his burial he paid my husband a visit obviously as a ghost but thats another story. As i havent got the full story yet he only talks about it when hes been drinking and passes out befor finishing the story. When i ask him when hes sober he gets really touchy and clams right up.