Several years ago, my paternal grandmother was forced into a home in her old age against her will. In any case, I was living on the other side of the country and hadn't seen her for very many years at that point. We'd been very close at one point while I lived out there, but it had been a while since I'd seen her or spoken with her.
One night, I had the most terrible dream. In it, I was visiting my Grandma at the home (note: I had once done volunteer work at this place almost 20 years ago and never witnessed anything like what I am about to describe). My Grandma was not looking very happy - which did not surprise me considering the circumstances. I told her we should take a walk - and go out on the grounds in the sun. She said she couldn't because they wouldn't let her outside. I said that was crazy - of course they would - that I knew these people, they were my friends, and I could get us out for a walk no matter what. She told me that I surely did NOT know these people. I smiled at her and said I would be right back to collect her for our walk after I chatted with them.
Well - I get outside her room door, and all of the sudden the hallway is different, I smile at the people I know there, but then someone grabs me and puts me on a stretcher and I am injected with something. I am unable to move or speak. I actually FELT the injection and inability to fight them off. They start wheeling me somewhere and I am unable to do anything about it. We pass my Grandma in the hallway, and she says "DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW?"
I woke up terrified!~ Then, suddenly, I saw her, in the corner of my room, up near the ceiling. She looked SOOO angry I could almost feel her anger. She said "please help me - DO something!"
I'm freaking out, and trying to explain to my sleepy, bewildered boyfriend why. I tell him I have to call the home - NOW. It was about 3am their time, but I just had to do it. The woman who answered could not have been nicer to me - I said I just had to make sure that my Grandma was OK - and she agreed to go check on her. She came back on the line and said that she looked to be peacefully sleeping, and was there anything in particular that I was worried about? Well - then I felt like an idiot. I thanked her and went back to bed.
Half an hour later, I could feel wind in the room (no windows or doors were open) - and it woke me up only to see my Grandma back there in the corner by the ceiling. She told me of COURSE she said I look to be peacefully sleeping you moron - you KNOW what it feels like now! Remembering the drugging I felt awful. I had to leave the room I was so terrified of her. Thankfully she didn't follow me to the living room where I spent the rest of the night.
I spoke to my Dad the next day on the phone who was visiting her regularly, and he said that she was not herself, and hadn't been since she'd been admitted. I really didn't know what to do - I told my Dad about the dream (but NOT about seeing her in my room) and he said that it was normal to sedate "difficult" residents, according to them. She suffered a broken hip 2 days later and died shortly after that. To this day I feel a great anguish about not having done anything to help. If I've learned anything from this, it is to take heed of these things. Dreams...visions...sometimes they are more than you think they are.