I started having dreams about my daughter when I was 15. She was born when I was 25. In those dreams, I would see her in different stages of development, her looks and personality, her behavior, and the love that connects us. Important relationships would often be in my dreams a few years before they were created. I would be able to recognize them by either their looks or the sound of their voice, or a gesture or smile. Once I was actually told their birth date by one of them.
It seems that a strong emotional charge is one of the factors in future recall, like births, deaths, marriages…
When my mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, she was terminal for about 5 years. I didn’t have much of a healthy relationship with my mother, as she was bipolar, so I was either very angry or very guarded with her. But at the end of her life, I was determined to make peace with her, and somehow be able to change my attitude and my relationship with her. I feel lucky that I was given those five years to be able to do that. During that time, I had a recurrent dream almost once a week. For five years, it was always the same dream:
My mother was young, in her teens, standing by the shore alone, the ocean water lapping at her ankles, it was such a beautiful landscape, the sunset, the calm ocean, the quiet breeze. It was her favorite place and her favorite time of day, golden pink colors everywhere. Suddenly 3 dolphins appeared, in the shallow waters, and they asked her to come and play with them. She was delighted but unsure, so she looked at me, I told her to look at them, they started to morph. Her mom, her dad and her favorite aunt were there, standing with open arms. She smiled at me and rushed towards them, and the dream was over.
I woke up sobbing every time. It was so beautiful and very sad too, because I knew what it meant.
The interesting note is that in the beginning of this dream, I was inside her body, feeling the water… So the perspective can sometimes change, one moment I’m the protagonist, and then in the next moment, I’m the spectator…
There was another instance much earlier, when I was first married, living in Japan, and my mother-in-law was terminal, in Israel. My husband at the time went to Israel, to be with his mother, and I stayed in Japan. I was trying to give him space, so we barely spoke during those 2 weeks that he was gone. One night I fell asleep on the couch and started dreaming:
I saw myself in a hospital room, with stone walls, a very old building. I was lying in bed with a lot of machinery attached to me. There was a window in front and a door to my left. I realized I wasn’t able to move, it was very difficult to breathe, and unbearable pain washed over me. It was excruciating. Then a golden light appears on my left and a young boy came through it. I told him he wasn’t supposed to be there and asked who he was. He said that his name was Simon, and he was surprised I didn’t recognize him. He was my little brother! I was so happy to see him. He held my hand and said that it was time to go. I said that I couldn’t move, it was too painful, and I didn’t have the energy.
He said, “There is no pain anymore, just sit up!” I did, and he was right. I was as light as a feather! We hugged, and I was so relieved. I asked where we were we going, and he said, “We’re going home, a beautiful place, where there is no more pain and suffering, you’ll see! Everyone is waiting for you!”
We left together through that left door in the room.
I woke up and I felt a gentle kiss on my left cheek…
Next morning, I got a phone call that my mother-in-law had passed away peacefully alone in her room that night. I had never experienced being in someone else’s body at the moment of death before.
But of course, I wanted confirmation, so I asked the family if I could describe the hospital room to them, and yes, it was an old hospital in Jerusalem, with stone walls, a window in front, a closet door on the left. And who was Simon? My husband didn’t know, but his older siblings did.
As it turns out, Simon was his mother’s younger brother, that had drowned very young, in Morocco, some 40 years ago. She was very fond of him, so he was the one that came to take her home…
Over the following weeks, she was there in my dreams almost every night, with several messages for the whole family, and they were calling to ask questions. It was all very strange…
I don’t consider myself a psychic, but it is true that with many years of meditation and energy work, one can develop natural skills that I believe are available to anyone.