There are some past dreams I still remember fairly vividly today.
The first one I remember is of a one hundred feet deep swimming pool in the front yard of our duplex apartment. I was in the pool and going down, down, down in the water. It was in my “dream” mind that I was drowning, however there was no struggle going on within me, just keep going deeper and deeper in the water. I forced myself to wake up when all of course all was well.
On the wall on the side of my bed was a small door about twenty-four by twenty four inches. The door was about where a picture would be hung. In a few of my dreams, I would go through that door where I was within a place where there were (good) witches flying on their brooms, people dressed in colorful clothing and children with horizontal striped stockings with their knickers. The people were going about their daily business. After watching for a while, I would go through the door again and get in my bed.
My maternal grandparents lived in a small house on a farm where papa worked. In the back right part of the house was a screen-in porch where momo’s washing machine was located. We were living there for a few months while waiting to move. One night in my dream, Jesus was on their porch, by the washing machine. I had went on the porch and was startled to find Jesus there. He said he was there to take me with him. Scared, I ran out to papa’s car what was under the carport they had, got in it and put myself between the back of the back seat and the seat to hide myself. Jesus came outside under the carport and was looking for me. In my heart, I knew He knew where I was, however He left.
On three different occasions when I was sick, the same dream came to me. This dream is harder to explain however still “feel” the dream. As I lay in my bed, the bed would rise, then lower, the repeat. I felt a strange, aura around me that felt like an accordion going in and out.
The dreams described above all occurred between the ages of five and nine years old.
As a young adult, in one my dreams, I was driving a bumper car thru a maze of bushes. The bushes were about six feet in height. At first the drive was great, however when it was time to finish going through the maze, I couldn’t find my way out of it. I stopped to try to figure out what to do to get out of the maze. There was only one thing that came to mind and that was to crash through the maze. I barreled through the maze and landed in a body of water. I tried to stay afloat, but after a while my head kept going under the water. It was then a felt someone lift me up enough so that my head was above water. As I opened my eyes to see who helped me, I was looking at the face of Jesus. He released me and began walking to shore. As he was walking away, I asked Him why He wasn’t helping me to shore and His response was something to the effect that He got my head above water, now it was up to me to get out of the water. I had no doubt if for whatever reason I could not get out of the water, that He would be there to help me. My take of this dream was that at the time I was unsure of which way to turn (the maze) in life, the crash was opening a door in life, with the rescue from drowning was my chance to seek out life. Jesus walking away was allowing me to help myself (but of course with his guidance).
My grandfather died a few months after we bought a house. Papa had been sick and was not able to see my house. A few months after he died, I dreamt he came in through the front door and sat in my recliner in the corner of the living room. Startled to see him, I asked him how could he be there. He had a big smile on his face and responded he had to come to see my house.
After mom passed away, one of the dreams I had about her was her standing on the shell road where she grew up and where her parents lived for many years. Mom was there, but so were her parents and her maternal grandparents – all standing around talking and visiting with each other. They had come back too and enjoying the piece of heaven on earth of where they were and had many good times. I asked mom how could she be there and she said she was allowed to come back to take care of somethings. She didn’t say what those things were but when she finished we saw each other again on the shell road. She said she had to go back; I told her I would miss her and she responded that she would miss me too, hugged and she left.
