The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
Copyright Muse Enterprises, 1998
All my life I have had dreams that have meant something. Some of these dream messages have been big and important, others smaller. I was in my late teens before I learned to listen to what my dreams were telling me.
My latest experience happened recently when my Mom, who passed away last September, came to me in a dream saying there was some mail for me at home. Home is 200 km away and my brother now lives in Mom's old house. I had the dream on Monday night. Wednesday my brother called to tell me that some mail had arrived there for me and he would be forwarding it. This is an example of a small message that comes through in my dreams.
The two most intense dreams came to me the night before each of my parents was buried. The first was over eleven years ago before my father was buried. I was sleeping on my brother's sofa and remember feeling very cold. I drifted off to sleep, but it was not a normal sort of sleep. I felt rather light headed, like I was floating. I floated into the church in my hometown. Below me many people of my community were gathered before a white coffin. When I looked into the coffin it held a small boy surrounded by pictures, a stuffed toy and a baby blanket. He had a small hole, the size of a pencil eraser, at his left temple. The sight shocked and saddened me so I awoke. At the time, I took the child to be my son, who was 2 and a half. This was in November. The middle of February I received a phone call from my brother that my cousin, Cory, had been accidently shot to death. Cory was 17 years old at the time.
I travelled home for the wake which was in our community church. The moment I walked into the church my dream returned to me. Everything was as it had appeared to me months earlier. Cory lay in a white coffin at the alter of the church, he clutched his teddy bear and had his blanket layed beside him. All around the inside of the coffin cover friends and family had tucked pictures of themselves. I leaned forward to look at his left temple. That is where the bullet had entered, leaving a hole the size of a pencil eraser.
The second most vivid dream came the night before my mother was buried. I dreamed that I was sitting along side my neice and my cousin (who is Cory's sister). They were both holding newborn babies in their arms. Both of the babies were girls with dark curly hair.
The next day I relayed the dream to both of them. My cousin told me that she had been trying to have a baby but had had no luck getting pregnant. My neice just laughed and said that she was still trying to get used to her first daughter, who was now two.
A month later I heard that my cousin was pregnant. She had a baby girl three weeks ago and she has beautiful black curly hair. My neice is expecting her second baby shortly. I fully expect it to be a girl!
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