This is another story of my dream visitations with a deceased relative.
Although most, if not all, are beautiful, this story some might find a bit disturbing.
Some of my dream visitations come in threes. This is one of them. These dreams happened over a few years time.
My maternal grandfather came to the USA from Sicily, Italy in 1920 at the age of 20. He was a mason and built his own house after marrying my grandmother. All their children were born in this house he built.
Sometime after his death in 1984, I had a dream about him. It was no ordinary dream. I went to sleep and the next thing I knew, I was walking along a path in what looked to me like a place in Italy. As I was walking along the path, I became very aware that my body was sleeping but yet here I was, somewhere else.
I came to a house along this path I was on. I instantly knew my grandfather was there. I walked along the side of the house and there he was! I was so happy to see him. He was tending to a bunch of rose bushes. (He was quite the gardener.) Everything was overgrown and as I thought about it he answered me before any words came out. He said to me telepathically, “There is no time here. I have an eternity to garden so there is no rush to make my garden roses perfect now.” I woke up with a shock to my body, like my soul slammed back into it.
Now as a child we would visit my grandparents often. In the basement was a side room where the oil fired furnace was. That room spooked me so badly as a child that I could not bring myself to enter it. It physically gave me the chills.
My second dream visit with grandpa was brief. I went to sleep as always and the next thing I knew, I was in that furnace room with my grandpa. He was trying to convey something to me but I was too spooked to continue. I apologized to him and instantly slammed back into my body. By the way, when that happens, I can actually feel my body bounce on the bed!
So my third and final dream with him started out the same: I’m in the furnace room with him again. I’m scared to death but my curiosity was now keeping me there. He walked over to the furnace. I noticed it wasn’t the oil fired furnace I knew was there as a child, but more a wood or coal fired furnace. There was a door on the side of the furnace, big enough to put wood logs in or shovel coal into. At this point my grandfather opens the door on the furnace. He motions me to look inside. I telepathically tell him “I’m sorry, I can’t!” And again woke up with a bounce on the bed.
The next day my sister was visiting from another state. She was at my mom’s house so I paid them both a visit. During our conversation I brought up my dream as I always told my mom about them. Before I could finish my story my mother started to cry. “Why would he show you that??” I sure wanted to know. She went on, “We were all born in the house, as you know. There was a stillborn child. I don’t know the details but I know my father cremated that child in that furnace!”
My heart sank. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to think. I can only surmise that (1) he was old school, and (2) he didn’t have money for a proper funeral. And I’m okay with that, I don’t judge.
These three dream visitations happened over about a seven year span. Years after my mother died, I was visiting with her older sister. I asked her to confirm or deny the story I just told here about the baby. Before I could finish the story she too started crying. “Yes, that did happen. The baby was born before your mother.” I told her I was wondering why he showed me the furnace to which she replied, “The baby was named _____!” MY NAME!!! My aunt said, “I wonder if he showed you that because that baby was YOU!” I almost fell off my chair! I felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice down my back.
Sometimes my experiences take many years to make sense of. What my aunt said made sense to me. To date, I can’t confirm the baby was me.
As disturbing as this story seems to be, I can still find the beauty in it. I had no knowledge of the baby and accidentally uncovered a family secret. My mother and aunt confirmed for me the significance of the furnace. Luckily for me, the rest of my dream visitations were much nicer!