Two weeks before I turned 11, my mom died … Between the loss of my dad (four years earlier), and the violent way my mom died, I would be scared to even walk down a dark hallway, I was just creeped out! Also, I had this feeling like, how could my mom just leave me? It’s like she could feel my sorrow, and she wanted to make me feel better. I started having these most vivid dreams that were very NOT dreamlike. In fact, we had a place … where my parents were building our dream home. It sat high on top of a mountain, and sometimes in the mornings the clouds would actually be below you, it was truly breathtaking. Even after my parents died I’d often … spend the day and I’d ride my horse and just reflect on things; it was a comforting place to be. When I began having these dreams, … they were so vivid & I could actually feel myself there—this is where my mom had them take place. She was wearing what she had on at her funeral and had a turban like cloth wrapped around her head like to cover the bullet wound. (I’d often think about how icky it was at the thought of her been shot in the head.) My mom would tell me how she never meant to leave me, and I’d make myself wake up and instead of this helping, it actually freaked me out more! … I believe my mom knew that it was scaring me because the dreams became less frequent. …
At the age of 13, I took a summer babysitting job where I had to be there at 5:00 a.m., and after the kids’ mom would leave for work, I’d fall asleep on the couch, until I’d awake to the kids calling my name. Like any other babysitting day, after the mom left I laid down on the couch and fell asleep. My mom came to me wearing the same thing, even the turban thing! She sat right next to me on the couch, for whatever reason I felt calm. What was really cool was I could either lay there and look into her face when we were talking, or I could float up into the corner of the room and look at us both there on the couch, me laying there and her sitting there.
My mom told me that she had been trying to reach me for so long, but she said she could tell it was scaring me so she wasn’t able to tell me or show me all that she needed to. She took the turban off her head, and leaned over & showed me she no longer had a hole in her head, the wound was healed. She told me she never meant to leave me, how much she loved me, and to tell my brother and sister she loved them too. She shared how wonderful Heaven was, and could not wait to all be together again. … Finally, she told me it was time for her to go. She said to not be afraid of her coming to me in dreams. She said I’d never have a dream about her again. She kissed me, again, said she loved me, and said, “Shar, the kids are going to call for you now,”… and I heard, “Shar, Shar, Shar!” I flew up, felt such joy, tingling all over!
I couldn’t run to the phone fast enough to tell what I just experienced to anyone who’d listen! To this day I’ve never had another dream of my mom, nor do I believe any of those were dreams at all. In fact, my mom told me they weren’t when she visited me that last time. She wanted to ease my heart and made certain to let me know this world is NOT all there is.
Has anyone ever had such an experience? Also, does anyone know of someone who does (investigates) psychic cold cases? Thanks for listening to my very long story, God Bless You All!
Submitted by a 46-year-old woman in Oregon. Thanks for your story. Read more from Shar: DREAM OF FUTURE EVENT – FATHER’S DEATH on the Premonitions & Psychic Dreams page. — Kat
