My uncle, who lived in our home, was in prison for drugs for 4 years. He got out when I was 17. Soon before he was released, I had a very vivid, creepy dream about him. He was walking down the street, and I was in the car with my Grandfather. My grandfather saw my uncle, and exclaimed "It's Donald!" with horror in his voice. I looked and saw my uncle, wondering why my Grandfather would say that, in that manner. It was as if he was looking at a ghost of my uncle and was terrified.
When Uncle Donald was released from prison, he looked wonderful. He had gained weight and had been working out. He seemed happy. About 5 months after being released, he relapsed into drugs and ultimately ended up overdosing on crack and heroine.
Soon after his death, I had another dream about him. He walked through the back door of our house, and he looked like a zombie...just awful. Skin and bones, and scary death face. But sad. I asked him, "Why? Why did you do this to yourself?" He just shook his head. He didn't know.
My grandmother "Maw Maw Peggy" died when I was 18. Shortly after her death, she visited me in a dream. She said she was ok, and that my grandpa had gotten "fat," with a smirk on her face...she meant it in a teasingly good way; my grandfather had died years earlier and was thin and sickly.
One dream I had involved her taking me to "the other side." I can often fly in my dreams, and in this dream, she wanted to show me where she now resides. We had to fly to get there. Unfortunately, I can't remember much about the other side...only the thrill of getting there. I can also remember returning, leaving her behind, and flying back to my own bed where my body still slept.
When I was 23, I was pregnant with my first baby. My grandmother once again visited me. We were in my car...I was driving her to the point she needed to be to get back to the other side. I said, "Maw Maw...I really wish you could stay. I want you to meet the baby." She smiled and said, "Oh, I've already met the baby."
