My mum died age 67 from a massive stroke, a few weeks later my second pregnancy was confirmed. It was unplanned and although DH was thrilled with the news I was not.
One night I dreamt that I had a telephone call from my mum. She said that it was just a quick call, I told her that I was pregnant and she said "Don't worry everything will be OK. These telephone dreams continued throughout the pregnancy, to be replaced with dreams of visits from mum. In these dreams she would come floating towards me, looking much younger and wearing a beautiful blue ankle length dress. The blue of the dress was the same colour of the Morning Glory flower (Heavenly Blue). In the later dreams she didn't speak. I felt comforted by these dreams although in life my mum and I were not particularly close.
Ten years ago I started researching my paternal family tree ( my parents were in their 40s when I was born). Starting with my dad and his mum I began to send off for birth certificates and became quite absorbed in that branch of the family.
One night I had quite a vivid dream about my grandfather. In life I had known him as a frail old man who was profoundly deaf, in the dream he looked and was dressed as the fifty year old man that he been in my parents wedding photograph (1935). Granddad took me by the hand and led me down a grassy slope towards a shallow river and pointed to the other side. On the opposite banks of the river were crowds of people standing in orderly rows behind one another. I knew that these people were my ancestors. Above us was a huge aqueduct. It was such a vivid dream and I felt that my grandfather was urging me to research his family. I sent for his birth and death certificate which duly arrived. When I looked at the date of his death I realised that I had applied for his certificate on the anniversary of his death. I was just 12 years old when he died and although I knew the month he had died I was ignorant of the date. Was it just co-incidence?
About 18 months later DH and I were returning home from a day out when we noticed an aqueduct in the distance, although we couldn't find it that evening we did some research and found it a few weeks later. It was the aqueduct in the dream, which I hadn't known existed although I knew that granddad had been born in that area. Spooky?
