My Mummy xx

I have had many a strange dreams and some of them I have called 'fact' dreams for they are not dreams that disappear in my head after I have woken, but they go on to be real life!

This is a true story.

This is the worst dream I have ever had in my life! I was about 21 years old, my Mum whom I love more than anyone else on Earth, I dreamt she had died! I had told her, once, that “If she died before me I would kill myself, for I wouldn't be able to cope!” She said “I mustn't talk like that, or say such things,” but it was true.

My dream started in a small room, about 10 x 10 yards, it was a square room it was like I was in an Art Gallery, in it was beautifully framed pictures of my Mum as a baby all the way through her life, at various ages through to the present day. The pictures went in order of her age so the first framed picture was of her as a baby, was as we walked in the room. Then the next framed picture Mum was about 5 years old then about 17 years old until the present day. All the framed pictures were in one straight line around this plain room, there was someone one with me, but I never knew who that person was, for I was in front seeing the pictures first, and that person was behind me looking at the pictures second. I wasn't crying I was just looking at each picture once . The last picture was by the same door that we had arrived in but it was on the opposite side to the first picture.

Then the next scene, of this horrible dream, I was in a car someone was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and I took out a little white box from the glove compartment, this little white box was about 1” high and about 6” wide and 6” long then to my horror I looked underneath and there was water! I knew it meant blood!! My Mum was in there, and clearly not well! Then I woke up!

Thankful it was a dream! But it was SO real, I tried to keep my emotions together but I burst out crying, I had decided not to tell Mum this dream, but keep it to myself. Mum has worked nights as a Nurse all her adult life, until she retired. I decided to just see her before she arrived at 07:30am, and then I should be OK, knowing that it's just a silly dream, then I could get myself off to work. But me been me, I had to say something. I didn't mince my words, I just blurted out, “Mum, I dreamt you died, and I don't want to go to work, I want to stay with you” I cried and cried. she said, “We all have strange dreams in life, and she mentioned the one she had when she was young, seeing herself in a coffin”. That didn't calm my fears. She persuaded me to go to work anyway, so I went.

At work I sat on a small table with young Asian lady around the same age as me. We got on really great together, she too had been through difficult times with her Mum. I started the day by saying, “I'm really sorry, I don't want to talk today for I had an awful dream about my Mum, and I feel just like I am in mourning for her!” She asked me to tell her my dream, and with quite tears I did... she was lovely & understood and I was silent all day at work (which is unheard of) as I love a good laugh!

Was glad to get home, usually I have my music on blaring, but I put no music on. The grief I felt was TOO much, too much to almost bear. But my Mummy was OK, wasn't she? So why couldn't I shake this feeling of deep strong grief? This all happened on a Friday.

The next day, I was me again! Happy, smiling with loud music! I hadn't forgotten the dream the day before, but the mourning feeling had gone! Just vanished! The dream was still vivid, as it is to this very day, and this happened many years ago. So, by Monday back at work, it was just a great week, getting on with doing normal, everyday things. I was happy, until the Friday of that same week.

When I arrived home from work, my lovely Mummy, she said to me. “Do you remember that dream you had last week Friday?” My heart missed a beat, I said “Yes, I'll never forget it,” “Well,” she said, “I had a telegram today, it said my Mum died last week Friday!” I felt sorry for Mum, I didn't feel anything for my Grandmother, as I had never met her, I 'd seen a very small picture of her as an older lady, the photo was too small for me to even see her face clearly. Out of respect for my Mummy, I turned off my Music that day, and listened to stories my Mum told of her Mum.

About 10 years after this dream, one day my Mum said to me something strange had happened to her that day, when she got up off the chair there was water on it. WATER??!! My fear returned, but thankfully nothing else happened, it was just a one off. She didn't understand it, but I had remembered my dream of her.

In real life the only pictures of my Mummy that I have seen is of her holding me, when I was 1 years old. I wouldn't keep still for the photographer, so she had to hold me. I still have that framed picture, its in my home today. I have seen pictures of Mum when she is older than that, but none of her as a baby or teen etc.

My Mummy is still with with us, alive and well, enjoying her retirement.