My husband's mother died when he was five-years old. I have seen pictures of her. She was beautiful, with smooth, fair skin, long blonde hair, and my husband's crystal blue eyes. His father remarried three years after she died, and together he and his second wife raised my husband and his younger brother and four more children.
The reason I'm explaining this is because of the dream.
It was the end of the school year. I'd given my two weeks notice at work, and our entire family was excited about moving to Wyoming, where my husband's work was taking him. With everything going along so well, we were all in high spirits.
That's why the dream took me by surprise.
I walked into my dining room, and there was a woman standing there. I recognized her. She was my husband's deceased mother. But she looked different. Her hair was straight and short, her skin was ruddy, and her eyes were a weird gold color. I was close enough to touch her.
Then she was gone.
The dream shifted. My husband and I and his step-mother were in the garage of my house, but we could see through the solid wall into the front yard, where my father-in-law was walking toward the street, arm in arm with his dead wife.
I looked at my current mother-in-law to see her reaction. She had none. She was just watching them like my husband and I.
I woke up then, totally confused. Why did my husband's mother look different? Why was my husband's Dad leaving with her? Why wasn't my husband's step-mother concerned? Why was my husband silent?
I put the weird dream out of my mind until two weeks later, when we handed over the keys to our house and were planning to leave for Wyoming the next morning. Our children were at their grandparent's house.
When we arrived there, my oldest son came running out. His grandpa had been taken to the hospital by ambulance. He'd had a heart attack. A few days later, my wonderful father-in-law died.
The reason I'm explaining this is because of the dream.
It was the end of the school year. I'd given my two weeks notice at work, and our entire family was excited about moving to Wyoming, where my husband's work was taking him. With everything going along so well, we were all in high spirits.
That's why the dream took me by surprise.
I walked into my dining room, and there was a woman standing there. I recognized her. She was my husband's deceased mother. But she looked different. Her hair was straight and short, her skin was ruddy, and her eyes were a weird gold color. I was close enough to touch her.
Then she was gone.
The dream shifted. My husband and I and his step-mother were in the garage of my house, but we could see through the solid wall into the front yard, where my father-in-law was walking toward the street, arm in arm with his dead wife.
I looked at my current mother-in-law to see her reaction. She had none. She was just watching them like my husband and I.
I woke up then, totally confused. Why did my husband's mother look different? Why was my husband's Dad leaving with her? Why wasn't my husband's step-mother concerned? Why was my husband silent?
I put the weird dream out of my mind until two weeks later, when we handed over the keys to our house and were planning to leave for Wyoming the next morning. Our children were at their grandparent's house.
When we arrived there, my oldest son came running out. His grandpa had been taken to the hospital by ambulance. He'd had a heart attack. A few days later, my wonderful father-in-law died.