The earliest dream I remember occured when I was 5 years old which would have made my oldest sister 13. In the dream my father and I were walking down a hallway that was very long, very bright and very clean. I remember how shiny the floors were. Probably because at 5 yrs. old I was close to them. lol . My dad was holding my hand and he kept squeezing it, not hard but I was aware that he was nervous. We walked into a room that had a huge wall of drawers and some unknown person pulled one of them open. My sister was laying in the drawer but she was a grown-up. My father started to cry very hard. I was confused and asked him why is Mary in the drawer daddy? The residual feelings from a 5 yr old perspective upon waking from the dream were that my dad had been crying and that Mary was a lady?
Every morning my dad would ask me "What did you dream about last night"? I told him about the dream and I will never forget the look on his face. I remember thinking what I said made him look... I don't know....scared. I couldn't understand why Mary being in a drawer would make his face look the way it did. I felt like I had done something wrong but for the life of me I couldn't imagine what it was. I know now that he had to have been wondering how I could possibly know about a morgue. I didn't know till I was about 10 that such things existed. I think I saw it on the TV, maybe on a Twilight Zone episode. That dream came back to me as if I had just woken from it! That dream made a WHOLE lot more sense to me then!
My father passed away when I was 28. My sister Mary passed when she was 48. I didn't have go to a morgue to identify her, she died of a cerebral hemmorhage in her home.
I did however learn over the years how to decipher what my dreams are telling me. They can speak volumes if you listen with an open mind and broad ears.
Every morning my dad would ask me "What did you dream about last night"? I told him about the dream and I will never forget the look on his face. I remember thinking what I said made him look... I don't know....scared. I couldn't understand why Mary being in a drawer would make his face look the way it did. I felt like I had done something wrong but for the life of me I couldn't imagine what it was. I know now that he had to have been wondering how I could possibly know about a morgue. I didn't know till I was about 10 that such things existed. I think I saw it on the TV, maybe on a Twilight Zone episode. That dream came back to me as if I had just woken from it! That dream made a WHOLE lot more sense to me then!
My father passed away when I was 28. My sister Mary passed when she was 48. I didn't have go to a morgue to identify her, she died of a cerebral hemmorhage in her home.
I did however learn over the years how to decipher what my dreams are telling me. They can speak volumes if you listen with an open mind and broad ears.
