Dreams are not always "simple"

Sometimes dreams can be unpleasant, but still have great meaning.

My dream last night seemed to have been both. A little disturbing, yet something that needs to be shared. In my dream, I was sitting down in a room talking to my mother. We were chatting and having a good time, talking about anything and everything. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw outside, three black shadows that were moving about. It was a bit weird to see, but I immediately thought "death". I ran out and started to "demand" what they wanted. This is when they came into focus and I was able to see them better. Now the fact that they appeared as movie stars was something funny. (the one guy who did most of the talking actually looked like the guy who hosts Dancing with the stars). I do not actually think that when we die that a look alike movie star comes for us, but it was just the face that they showed in my dream. They told me that one of us had to go now. They talked in riddles. Referring to something about "twins" or "dual personality". It was actually quite annoying because they were not giving me a straight answer as to who they came for. So wasn't sure it was my mom, myself or my sister. My mom, hearing how upset I was, came out to see what the commotion was. It was then that the "Samuel Jackson" look alike came forward and said "there you are" and reached for my mom. He touched her and she died. I remember freaking out,and screaming for someone to call 911. That is when I woke up. I told myself that I did not want to continue that dream, that I choose not to and did not want to go back and see what else happened. I remembered calming myself and blanking my mind so that when I went back to sleep, I would perhaps dream something else. Well apparently it was not meant to be.

When I got back in my dream, I walked into this restaurant, I knew my mom was gone, and was upset, but wanting to protect my sister, I went and grabbed her as I walked by and gave her that "expression" that told her she needed to come and used the word "mom". She was kinda startled, but came with me anyways. We got to where they had put my mom's body and as I approached my mom she looked up and said "hi"... Every single dream I have had about my mom has been a way to show me that shes "alive". If you go back to previous posts dating back to march when she first passed, this is how all of my dreams have been. Where in my dream I had known she was gone, but she would say to give her a few weeks and that she was not really dead. In this dream too. The "twin" reference from the "spirit of death", was in reference to the fact that we are in our bodies and yet we are also spirit.. does that make sense? My mom really wants me (and everyone) else to know, that death is just a word we use while we are here. Once our bodies have "expired" (gosh that sounds horrible! sorry!) we are free to leave. It allows us the ability to come on a spiritual journey here, and learn for ourselves, that will help enlighten us even further.

Every time I have this type of dream, it has come when I have had a few bad days where I am missing her terribly, and this is always her way of showing shes here.. that she is with me.

As I was using the washroom this morning (I know, like you wanted to know) I was thinking of this dream, how to post it on the blog so that everyone can get the most out of the experience, and all of a sudden a drop landed on my hand. If I had been outside, I would have sworn it was going to start to rain. I looked up to see if there was a leak, or something where this drop would have come from.. nope... I looked back at my hand.. nothing. I know it was not in my imagination, I felt it. My spiritual side, had given me the image of a "tear", but since I knew I was not crying!

Two nights ago, while laying in bed, not quite time to get up. I heard a noise, and then felt someone "tap" my pillow right behind my head. (I was on my side, so it tapped behind my head at the side of the bed.) I thought for sure that my youngest (shes 2) had come into the room and tapped my pillow to let me know she was there. I turned my head to see her.......no one was there.

Hopefully like myself, you guys will take comfort in knowing that death is not the end... and that our loved ones who we miss as we continue on our own journey in this life, are never truly gone, and are often following us, peeking in on us, and helping where they can.