A few years ago, one of my good friends Ann* told me that her mother Pam* was moving in with her because the mom’s boyfriend died a few months previously and she was very depressed. Pam moved from her home in Tennessee that she shared with her boyfriend, Chris*. I met Pam a couple of times, and while she was very nice, she was rather quiet and reserved, and I really didn’t know anything about her.
One night after not seeing Ann or Pam for a while, I had a dream. In the dream, a short man named Mark* with dark hair and blue eyes, was sitting in a dentist’s chair in the middle of a rural cabin. The cabin was large with an open floor plan. There was a split-level area of the cabin with an open loft with an ornate rail around it, and a big bed with a brass headboard in the middle. And brightly colored flowers were everywhere.
In the dream, Mark was talking to me, even though I wasn’t actually in the dream. He wasn’t talking to a “dream me” but rather the real me. He repeatedly told me to tell Pam that he was fine, that he was in a good place, and that he would always love her but she needed to move on. He kept repeating it as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t forget a single detail.
The next morning, I woke up with an eerie feeling, and I called Ann and told her about my dream. Instead of commenting, though, she said, “I’ll call you right back,” and hung up before I could say anything more. A few minutes later, she called back and said Pam was on the other phone, then asked me to repeat my dream.
As I retold the story, Pam started crying and asked if I could draw the cabin I saw in my dream. We hung up, and I drew a basic sketch of the cabin, then scanned and emailed it to Ann.
That afternoon, Ann called and asked me to come to her house. I went there, and Pam was weeping. She had a photo album on her lap, and she handed me a photo of a man. I looked at the photo and gasped. It was Mark! Next, she handed me a photo of a cabin. It was the cabin from my dreams, only without all the flowers and no dentist’s chair!
And then she told me: her boyfriend Chris was actually named Mark Christopher. He died as a result of a tooth infection (hence the dentist’s chair). She used to be a florist when she lived in Tennessee (which explained all the flowers). And the day before was Chris’ birthday, and she was particularly depressed without him. She said my dream message made her feel better than she had since she lost him.
(*Not their actual names)
Let’s talk: If someone who was practically a stranger had a dream about a lost loved one of yours and passed a message on to you, how would you feel about it? Would you be creeped out or feel peaceful about it? Do you ever dream about strangers and later see them somewhere when you’re awake?
No flippant comment to add – heart-warming tale.
WHAT? I left you speechless? 😉 Thank you. 😀
I admire how this power can help folks feel more at ease with their loss, Rachel.
LOL! Thanks, Mark! 😀
I won’t lie, it would creep me out at first. Maybe after a while it would bring me peace.
LOL! I don’t blame you. 😀
These stories of yours keep getting better and better.
Thanks, Craig! 😀
No, these ESP dreams (hope you don’t mind me calling them that) are way out of my realm, but they sure are spooky!
LOL! 😀
Wow, that’s amazing… I’m so glad she was able to get a final message from Mark! 🙂
Thank you! 😀
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Your dream is special. I have feelings sometimes, psychic feelings, and occasionally a dream (more vague than yours.) I think you are truly psychic. Amazing story!
Thank you! 😀
How wonderful it would be to have a dream like yours… especially if I could speak with my grandmother again…. I am so glad that she got her message! You are wonderful… 😉
Thank you! 😀
This kind of dream happened to me, once. A woman I knew died suddenly from a post-surgical complication. She was much older than I, but we had some common interests, although I didn’t see much of her or her family, outside of church. I had the dream a while after her death, and when I saw her, I asked, “Are you all right?” to which she only smiled and nodded. The next time I saw her family, I told them about it. They said they felt reassured, because she had died so unexpectedly.
That’s so cool! 😀
hi sweetie,
… 🙂 oh you psychic you 😉 no… i try to keep my dreamspace to myself,
they drive me crazy enough during the day!!!!
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love you
Nx
Thank you! 😀 ❤ xoxo
busy busy you 🙂 slow down!
Nx
I would be scared.
LOL! I don’t blame you. 🙂
I think these dreams would be interesting at first, but I don’t think I could handle them on a steady basis.
LOL! Yes, fortunately, I only have them a few times a year. 🙂
What a moving story!
Thank you! 😀