I had just moved to WeHo, and I had a terrific place. Pool, jacuzzi, and gorgeous landscaping. I had invited some friends over, and we spent the day grilling up steaks, swimming, etc. It is as a perfect day, and I was in a great place in my life, with no anxiety.
Eventually, everyone went home. I jumped in the shower, and went into my living room, plopped myself on the couch, and decided to get through a couple of more chapters of "Angela's Ashes" (yes, I know - MARY!)
I had been reading for about 20 minutes, and got sleepy. I dozed off on the couch.
While I slept, I felt as if though I went into a different state of awareness. It's very difficult to explain. I knew I was sleeping, and I knew that I was about to experience something that would be interpreted as a dream, but it was not a dream. It is almost as if I had gone into a different dimension, while still being aware that I was sleeping, in my living room.
My grandmother, who I was very close to, stood next to the couch, and looked down on me, smiling. I asked her why she was here, and she said that she came to say goodbye. I asked her where she was going, and she answered, "Home". She was very happy, yet calm, as was I. It was a very peaceful, and loving exchange.
I woke up, and even though I was not filled with fear, or panic, I called up my mother, who I knew had spent the day with my grandmother, told her about my vision/dream, and asked her if grandma was OK. She said that she was fine, and that I was being a drama queen. I wanted to call my grandmother and ask her how she was myself, it it was almost 11:00 pm, and I knew she was already sleeping. I decided to call her in the morning, and that was that.
I went back to the couch, and decided to read some more. I ended up falling asleep on the couch for the rest of the evening, which was odd, because I usually did not do that.
I woke up on Monday morning to my phone ringing. It was 6:04 am. I know this because I looked at my VCR and it read 6:04 am. I wanted to not answer it, but I had to get up and get ready to go to work. It was my father on the line. He said that my grandmother had taken a fall in the middle of the night, and had landed on her head. She was in a coma, and was not making it back.
I got ready, and drove to the hospital and spent time with my grandmother before she passed.
I cannot explain this, but I'm going to try. I was extremely close to my grandmother. She loved me unconditionally. I always thought that I would completely lose it when she were to die, and I absolutely dreaded that. But because of this dream or vision that I had the night before her death, I was perfectly fine. I knew she was at peace, and very happy, and I was very grateful that she stopped by to say goodbye.
FYI: I'm not a "believer ", or religious, nor do I subscribe to any type of "magical thinking". But after that experience, I know that there are certain things about existence and death, that I will never fully understand.
