DREAMS | PARANORMAL | SISTERHOOD
A Strange Dream, Night Visitors, Hope and Predictions
Mom’s Spirit Reaches Out In The Dead of Night
Dreams foretell—provide a sign when the skies turn midnight black. A dark super stretch limousine parks in my driveway.
Who dares to visit in the dead of night?
night visitors
Draped in mourning shades of black, a cortège emerges black-gloved, faces veiled. Their procession of sisterhood unfolds.
A tender amber glow illuminates the identity of the first to step forward. My aunt observes a moment of silence, bows in reverence to this place I once called home.
One by one, they emerge, embrace and link arm-in-arm.
A hush descends. They turn in unison, watch as she steps out, the last to join them for this spiritual reunion.
Within a heart flutter, I recognize her.
Mum… you came home.
sisters
Dark loose curls frame my mother’s face. She is as pretty as her wedding portrait, and once again, she is twenty again.
Mum… it’s me.
I long to join in. This circle of women who accompanied my mother on this journey now gathers around her.
Can you hear me?
Mum…
My body trembles — they are unaware of my presence. I am left standing, alone, here on the floor between heaven and earth.
None of them can see me. Nor hear me beyond the spiritual veil.
black cadillac
Mum, why are you riding in a black Cadillac?
It would only be true if she were dead.
Consciousness transitions—I awaken from my sleep to awareness. Every one of these women in my dream is no longer here.
Mum, you died years ago. Why are you here?
I toss and turn, slipping back into intermittent dreaming.
farewell
My heart aches—she returned to say farewell.
One last time, my mother returns to her beloved home with the women who supported her for a lifetime. Their love, loyalty and friendship offer her strength at this moment.
The evanescent glow turns into a smouldering ember.
predictions
I know they say you can’t go home again; I just had to come back one last time; Ma’am, I know you don’t know me from Adam; But these handprints on the front steps are mine. — Miranda Lambert
At twilight, my intuition predicts news will arrive for me. In this I trust, my morning light chases away the darkness.
By noon, the prediction comes true. I receive the long-awaited news — my childhood home sold.
It’s over.
When the judge ruled in my favour, the justice served righted a long list of wrongs. Put an end to my siblings’ delay tactics, years of burying their heads in the sand, disregarding their obligations.
revelations, hope
I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone else trying to find myself. ― Nitya Prakash
The news brings long-awaited closure. It took its toll, with many twists and turns. I found inner peace by accepting difficult consequences. Siblings, in name only, stopped loving me years ago.
Moving on would free all of us.
When I closed this door to my childhood, I freed myself—stopped carrying unwarranted guilt forward. Stopped spiralling into negative thoughts and listening to my critical inner voice.
I cultivated self-compassion and self-love. This is the way to peace.
Mum, Rest In Peace.
Do you trust your dreams or discount them?
Sharing night visions, dreams and insights by Jaylee Reign, Tonya S. Ware and DL Nemeril.
Shout out to my Medium Sisters, in recognition of your love, kindness, and words of encouragement.
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