My name is Maggie and I'm 14 years old. I always felt like I had a strong connection to my grandmother who died when I was 3 weeks old. She is also the person I'm named after. I seem to have some sort of ability to keep contact with her, to talk with her.
My first experience happened when I was six years old. I didn't know a lot about my grandmother, just basic information. I went to bed one night and had a dream about her. I was sitting outside in a beautiful meadow in the summer. My grandmother was sitting next to me. As we started to talk she showed me some old photo albums form when my mother when she was young and from when she was young. I woke up the next morning and told my mother about my dream. Since I was six she didn't really believe me so she asked, "What color hair did grandma have when she was little?" So I told her, "She had long dark hair and was this tall". At the time my mother didn't tell me that everything I had told her about my dream was right.
A few months later my mom had gotten an old photo album from my grandfather. We were looking through it when I stopped her and told her this was one of the photo albums from my dream, I had seen all these pictures before. My mother than knew by my description of the pictures before and looking at them now that I was telling the truth.
About two years later I was sitting in my bed one night. I had just turned off the TV and was about to go to sleep. It wasn't even 5 minutes later that I felt the weight of the bed shift, as if someone was sitting on the edge. I sat up and on my bed was my grandmother. She was in a white dress and she looked just the same as she always did in my dreams. She just sat there smiling at me. I couldn't talk, the words were stuck in my throat but I suddenly felt very content with her there not the fear that I thought I would have. Since I couldn't get any words out I just lied back down and went to sleep.
My dreams continued through the year and are still coming now. Then about 6 months ago in the summer my aunt came to visit. My mom was telling her about my dreams. My aunt asked me what the meadow looked like. I told her that I was very bright and sunny, with green grass, flowers, clear skies and a little river behind it. My aunt thought for a second then smiled. Then she told me that what I said was exactly what my grandmother used to describe heaven like.
Now that I know that my dreams and other experiences make sense I ask my mother a lot of questions whenever I have one. It's always interesting to see what she has to tell me next.