January 4, 2012

  • Dreams.. intuition.. sigh

    For many years now, whenever there is a crisis in the family, or when life gets too hard to handle, I tend to travel in my dreams. I go back to my Grandparents house. I'm beginning to think it's because it was a safe place as a child for me. I hold so many fond, loving memories from that home. As odd as it sounds, I even miss it! 

    In my dreams, I've been brought there. I sat at the kitchen table, as if we were having a family meeting, except the relatives that brought me there - are all deceased. Strange? Perhaps. To me, when I see them, when they share things with me, it brings me peace. They generally are telling me something, warning me of impending things ~ hurt, pain, or death ~ in the family. Seems its always family members, when I am taken there. I wish I knew a way to improve upon, or further clarify these dreams, and the meanings of them

    Last night, I dreamt I was at the house again. In this dream, my Mother and I were travelling down the road in a car. I have no idea who the others were with us. I felt their presence, yet never seen them. I get that a lot in dreams. I always have someone just behind me that's always there, and makes me feel safe & protected. I have yet to figure out who it is though. Anyway, we travelled down the road to the Cemetary, which was about a mile from my Grandparents house. On the way there, I noticed how much things have changed since I was last there. I was amazed, and yet sad, because it grew up (as in populated more) and many of the trees were gone. I felt so sad. Then, I looked out the window, and in my dream, time kinda slowed down, that surreal, slow motion & I seen a lady who was jogging down the road. It was so strange, because we locked eye-to-eye and then she disappeared. We went around the corner, just before the cemetary, and I looked out to see that the house we'd once lived in was gone. Like it never existed, nothing left to even know it was there. In it's place, was a new modern home with many windows in the front, it was a one story home, but quite long. Then I seen her again, that woman was sitting just inside one of the windows, and looking out. We locked eyes again.

    Then, suddenly I was in the cemetary with my Mom. We were trying to find my Uncle Ron's gravestone. We walked over, and seen my Grandparents Stone. I reached out and brushed the top off, and ran the palm of my hand over it softly.. My way of saying hello. Then, my Mom called me over to the other end of the Cemetary, she was searching almost panic-stricken, that she could not find my Uncle Ron. It was so weird. Then, she started talking about how white it was, "he said it was extremely white, the whitest he's ever seen, like it glows"  We were leaned down, looking at this old, dead brush. About the height of a border bush. She started brushing it back, searching. I know its here. I just know it is. This is the exact place he said. And then I started helping her.

    And that's all I can remember of the dream. So weird. Maybe it means something ~ maybe it doesn't. I know that I stayed in bed a bit longer, just thinking, kinda haunted, actually, by that dream. It was so real, I felt like for a split second, when I woke up, that I was actually back in the house again. I've had so many dreams this week, its driving me fruity lol. I know that there is "something" going on in my family. What? I don't know. Is it big? Yes. Will it affect all of us? Yes. I only wish I could figure out the clues. Scares me though, that my Mother has been in 90% of them. I'd truly be lost without her, she is such a "rock" for me over the last few years. We've grown so close.

    So, do you dream? In color? In the past, or the present? Do you ever have visits from the deceased?