I've always had strange dreams, but, that's true for everyone. This one was different. My paternal grandmother died from liver cancer when I was twelve years old (June 5, 1993). The night before she is admitted to the hospital for the last time, I was watching TV with her, she fell asleep and wrapped my arm around her. She never did that before, I think she knew it was her time, she was never afraid to die. I'm twenty-nine years old now with an eight year old son. When he was a year and a half old I had this dream one night. I remember it very well... My son and I are in this infinite white room, light is everywhere, it's not blinding, just beautiful. I'm watching my son run around and play when I look to my right, I SEE HER, I run up to her hug her tight and cry hard! I ask, "Where have you been? I have missed you so much! I love you Memaw!" She pulls me away and all she says is, " (my son's name), is a beautiful child and I am very proud of you!" I wake up sobbing... I could smell her in my dream. I have never understood that. I told my aunt a few years later and she asked me why I didn't tell her sooner. She started sobbing as well. I'm positive she visited me.
It's not just that. I have constant deja vu's! I dream about a situation and 2-3 days later it happens. All it has been so far is things that are said with the people I'm with, in the exact places wearing the exact clothing. If I go out on a date with someone and they smell bad to me I don't go on a second one. I know that sounds super strange! The only person that seems to understand is my sister. These experiences are happening a lot more often. Is there anyway I can understand these better? Maybe it's just a woman's intuition. Which is nice any how!