Telling your friend is probably the furthest thing from your mind, which is good--I've known people who have told their friends about such drastic
things, and in the end, when it happens, the person who told them was blamed, like they were the cause.
It may be a chance to have your friend saved from death; when you are given actual time between the death, you feel like there's something you could
do about it. If this is someone close to you, you could tell them that you had a dream where they died, without you airing what happened to your
father. Be a little panicked and asked them about the last time they got a checkup and to be careful, if that will set your mind at ease, but DO NOT
TALK ABOUT HAVING AN ABILITY. Something like this is neither the time nor place to spout off about that. Say your goodbys--without making it look
like you won't see them again, and come to terms with it. It may or may not happen; you may help them avoid death, or there may be noting you can
do, or it may be just a dream. If this person is estranged from family, this may be a good time to step in and see if you can help change it.
Remember, you are not the "God in control of everything," if it's his time to die, there's nothing you can do about it. Now, if either of you
believe in Tarot, you could have a reading done on him--rather simple. It might show it for you, never having to say a word is good.
A lot of people who dream about people's deaths are very bitter people, in the end, because their gift is never understood. It is likely that you
cannot prevent it, but you need to make sure you don't hide behind the bottle, sweetie--the less control you have over yourself, the more likely it
is that you cannot control those sort of dreams. Surround yourself with calming things--whatever makes you relax: the color blue, amethyst, your
friends, etc. I think what you need most is to calm down. Remember,
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
I had a freind, once who
told me she saw me get into a car accident, alone, when I was about 18. I'm 22; I still don't drive, and I'm still alive. that doesn't means
that I was supposed to die then, it just means that I cannot die that way, out on a strange road, alone, being only 18. We were 12 at the time.
Most of the people here, their family seems pretty accepting. I hope that yours is.
The biggest thing you HAVE to remember is that you are not the CAUSE of anyone's death--that's what you are dangerously close to saying, though you
never did. Quit blaming yourself for any part of your father's death; it was likely his time. you were lucky; you were given a chance to say
goodbye, not everyone gets that. Spend time with you friend; it may blow over.