I am a firm believer that we have different types of dreams. Sometimes we have the kind of dreams that make absolutely no sense to us no matter how hard we try to piece together the symbolism and imagery we experience in our nocturnal activities. Other times we have what we feel are prophetic dreams when we can sense that something is going to happen in our lives and we get glimpses into it and some insight of what’s to come ahead. Still other times we have the kind of dreams when we know that it’s neither and that when we are in direct communication with a soul with whom we have a very strong connection with, regardless of whether they are living or passed on.

Last year, I would say around some time in March, I had a very distinct dream of my great grandmother who had passed away when I was in my early twenties. I consider myself lucky to have had known the patriarch of our family for as many years as I was able to. Sometimes grandchildren do not get that much time with their grandparents, let along great-grandparents. So needless to say, I had a pretty good connection with her as a child. My mother was very connected to her grandmother as she had gone to live with Grandma Sarah when she was a girl at an uncertain time in her parents lives.

So, when it was time that my mother was getting ready to transition out of this life, it was no shock for me to see my grandmother in a dream of mine. I saw her sitting in a hospital waiting room, lots of people rushing around hustling and bustling and there she was just sitting, quiet, waiting. I knew why she was there but I don’t think I was ready to believe it. I was still trying to plead with my mother to do something about her health and in complete denial. About a month later she passed on. I just have to believe that Grandma Sarah was there to greet her and guide her.

Fast forward to Memorial day of this year. I had pretty bad sinus headaches all weekend long. Sunday I ended up falling asleep for about four hours and completely missed dinner. Monday was almost a repeat but I was cooking dinner that night but I knew that I had a little bit of time before I had to get things ready so I laid down for a nap in my bedroom in the cool air to hopefully help my headache go away. During my nap, I was in a very lucid state of dreaming when I was not completely asleep and could feel myself slipping under and coming out intermittently.

Right during my last lapse into sleep I had a connection with my mother. I was wondering through the front yard of her home and there were a lot of strangers cars parked in front of it and I was walking in between then looking for someone. Next thing I know is I am sitting inside one of the cars with my mother and having a conversation. She was her projecting herself in one of her happy and goofy moods and I cannot remember all of what was said between us. The only thing I can remember was me asking her where Nellie was and my mother replying to me, she’s in the house. That was it, I woke up crying and feeling such a pull of heartache and loss in my heart for losing that moment with her.

Fast forward to just this past Sunday. I again and not feeling 100% so I am in my bedroom laying down, trying to make my headache go away and trying to avoid my rambunctious nephew. While I am laying there, I am getting visions of the house again and thinking about it. For some reason though I got up and started doing a search for Ed’s daughter and granddaughter on the net to see if I can find them on Facebook. I still don’t know why I didn’t try to call the house. I think I may subconsciously I knew I wasn’t going to get an answer on the phone because that’s just the way Ed has been. I finally find some google results for his daughter’s name and I was shocked to find a notice of probate stating my stepfather as having been deceased as of March 26th!

Immediately I shot up and called their neighbor in New Hampshire. Long story short, she told me that about a month after my mother passed away and right after I moved, he was diagnosed with blood cancer and had to start undergoing all kinds of blood transfusions. He tried to fight it but after a while, I think he just got weary and could not take any more treatments and decided to not go for the transfusions anymore. Their neighbor was actually running errands for him on the day he passed away and by the time she got to the house she found him sitting on the floor and called 911. I was just overcome with shock. But ultimately, I don’t think I would have found out when I did if my intuition and the channel that my mother and I have were not open.

I think that when I start looking back at the course of things over my last eleven years, there have been experiences I’ve had with other people that I have had a strong connection with. Particularly a man whom I was involved with over the course of several years. Despite how much strife he brought into my life, it was a very strong connection and I would had dreams about him all the time. He thought I was crazy lol  but it’s the god’s honest truth.  Then back in November and December, I felt some funny awareness of my uterus during my PMS time which I must admit was weird and odd,. Come to find out, my sister-in-law whom I currently live with had conceived! So that was a very joyful discovery and I believe these are concrete evidence that something has turned my amplifier all the way up to eleven!