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When I was six I was staying at my Grandparents farm, when I had a dream about my Granmother visiting with a woman I had never met before. They were sitting at the kitchen table discussing the woman's newborn son Adam. That morning I awoke late in the morning and walked down the steps and into the kitchen. To my surprise, and utter disbelief, there sat the woman with identical colored hair which was also styled the same way. Even their sitting positions were the same. When I finished popping my eyes back into their sockets, I realized that they were talking about the woman's newborn son Adam.
Five years later my Father left our family. About two weeks before he left, I had a dream where my Uncle (who later abused me for years) and I were standing at the bottom of our driveway watching my Father pack up his belongings into the back of his pick-up. I noticed my Uncle's Volkswagen Bug to our left and the sprinkler going in our yard to the right. I turned and looked up into my Uncle's eyes and he said, "Well, your Mother always deserved better anyway". Every detail of that dream came true 3 weeks after my Father left, he was coming back to get the rest of his clothes and his tools.
Last year my Mother died because cancer was running rampart all through her body. It started in her liver and spine and quickly spread. She was complaining of back pain for six months before an orderly at an emergency room discovered it. All those months her regular doctors said she was faking it. Anyway, shortly after she died I had a dream that broke my heart.
In my dream, my ex-wife had called and said she made a mistake and wanted me to come home to the children. The next moment I was ringing a doorbell to a very fine mansion. When the door opened, I was staring into the eyes of the man my ex was married to before me. He said, "Good you're here, the servants quarters are in the back". I walked out to the backyard where there was a large party going on. There were rows of picnic tables and balloons everywhere. The first set of tables I walked along were all the friends I have left behind, for one reason or another. I motioned and beckoned to them, but none seemed to notice my presence, it was as if I were nothing but mist. The second row of tables I walked up to, had my ex-wife and two daughters laughing and blowing out candels on a cake. I realized then that it was a birthday party for my two girls who's birthdays are only one week apart. They were wearing party hats and had party favors too play with. Again, I motioned to them, calling their names, but they never saw me, or was choosing to ignore me. I began to cry because at that time my ex was being hateful, and fighting my visitation order, and I missed my girls tremendously. I walked to the last row of tables and there sat my Mother. She saw me and started waving her arms wildly. She kept calling my name, over and over again. She was so excited to see me, but I was not interested. All I could think about were my girls. I turned my back on her and started to leave when I exclaimed aloud, "Wait Mom's dead!". I turned around and yelled out for my dead Mother. The dream took on a slow motion aspect while my Mother ran towards me for an embrace. Right when we were about to make contact...she disappeared.
I awoke at that moment with tears in my eyes and my Mothers name still formed on my lips.
Sorry for being so long winded. I've had many odd dreams which I remember with a crystalline clarity, but these three really stand out for me.
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