Ever since I was a little girl I used to have a certain dream. I can recall dreaming it at least six times. There used to be this green house that was right beside a local store, one of those neighborhood convenient type stores. I lived about... Two minutes away from it for most of my life. I can't remember dreams, and if I do, it's not as if I remember them for years on end, but this one... This one I can remember as if I just woke up.
It always started with me walking with my mom, down the street of the green house. I'd stand across the street and stare at the house, it was big, and it looked like it was haunted, but I'd never walking directly in front of it without tugging on to my mother's hand. Usually, I'd end up just being in the house. Never remembering how I got in there. The windows would be open, the doors would be open and it was cold. Always cold. The curtains were white, and they'd fly out the window, there was no furniture and the walls were brown! There was an outside patio (But in actual "life" outside of the dream I guess, there wasn't one!) I can't really remember too much more about what went on, I just remember always walking around asking "HELLO? Is anyone there? ANYONE? How do I get out?" even though the door was open, and no windows were closed.
And every time before I'd awake, there'd be a woman. She was beautiful, blonde hair, and she wore a white dress, that when she walked it'd "fly" around her like the wind was moving it. There was some sort of light behind her, and she'd always have her hands out like she was trying to give me a hug.
Another thing I can not remember (I don't know if I was even able to remember it after I woke up those times...) was what she said, or if I said anything else to her. All I remember about her was she looked like an angel, minus the wings and such. Just breath-taking, and warm.
After my cousin was born about nine and 1/2 years ago, the dreams just stopped. (Me and her are close, people always confuse us as sisters, and we look almost identical, even with a nine year difference.) I've never the dream since. I'm 18 now, and it could be because as a child you're more apt to having dreams like that, or seeing spirits, and I just "outgrew" it. But I wish I could dream it again though, see it again. I can't remember when the house got torn down, but it did... years ago. I recently asked my mother who lived in the house, if she knew the person. She didn't, but she said he was a really old man.
I don't know if it was spiritual, I feel as if it was though. I just don't think dreaming something so consistently can not be. However, if I ever do dream it again... I'd be smiling when I woke up. It didn't scare me, it made me feel "warm" so to speak, and now it makes me wonder if there was something in the dream that was... Helping me with every day life, or giving me a message. It was the EXACT same dream, the EXACT same situations, movements.
Sorry if it's so long and if I repeated things.
Has anyone else had experiences like that?