The Dead in Dreams - Michael Paff

My mother has always had an open mind about spiritual forces interacting in our world. She follows the Zodiac and reads her trusted horoscope every night, "to see how her day was." She will immediately notice the horoscope's parallel's to the events that occurred to her that day. She is religious and feels that God plays an important role on the planet Earth. She feels good knowing there are forces in this world stronger than us that cannot be measured or manipulated by us in any way.

When I asked her how she was so sure that supernatural forces existed, she told me a story. A week after her mother, Mary, passed away, she had a very special dream she said was unlike any other. She was walking down her old street in Los Angeles California, towards the house where she grew up in. She focused on her house as she moved toward it, and saw her mother, Mary, watering the plants. Mary was again youthful, and glowing bright with a golden aura. Upon seeing my mother, Mary walked towards her, with a beaming smile, as she reached to take her hand. My mother felt the loving touch, and had forgotten that these events could not have been natural, because they seemed so real. My mother's sister, still alive, joined in the dream as Mary, my grandmother, hugged my mom and aunt while they cried tears of joy at their final reuniting.

My aunt, upon hearing the recounting of this dream, was amazed to tell her she had the same exact one, but from the perspective of the backyard instead of down the street. In fact, many different people who I have told this to have shared their similar stories of recently deceased loved ones visiting their family's dreams. If I keep an open enough mind, my mother tells me, I will get to give her one last goodbye as well.