"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time." Calvin and Hobbes
"So I am packing your things. There is no hurry, so I will be careful how I pack, as not to miss anything that belongs to you." My mom said with a sweet and very calm expression on her face.
She was standing in my childhood basement from at least 30 years ago.. She looked so beautiful and healthy. She was grabbing a current sweater I own and bought last week. Strange because she was placing it in a duffle bag from my soccer days when I was in 9th grade.
"But I need to leave now. " I said out of breath and panicking. " I have so much to do mom and no time to pack." I could feel my heart beating through my chest. Then my heartbeat slowed as I watched my Mom do the impossible......Taking me back to my childhood but mixing in the present.
"Gelina." My mom said. "Sometimes it is not how your pack your things when you move but how you move while you pack your things. Be calm. We will get this done together."
Gelina? Wow, I thought. I have not heard you call me that in a long time.
" I forgot that you would always say my name like that." I said to my Mom.
My mom smiled knowingly and very softly.
"Wait." I said "How is it that you are here. Cancer took you....."
Then for what felt like a blink of an eye, my mind raced with many thoughts.
Mom you died....
But this feels real.....
How could you be here.....
Wait do not go , let me hug you.......
Then I woke up. I was dreaming! But It was so real.
I tried to close my eyes. At first very tightly, almost as it this could evoke the crystal clear image of my sweet mom.again...
Auuggghh!!! Nothing!
I sat up in bed wanting to hit myself! I had practiced in the past to become more lucid during my dream visits from my Mom. But last night's slumber was a much needed one. A very deep sleep due to stress. So I had not anticipated or expected a visit from my mom. But after much more thought, I realized that I have been asking for her help. My life, has been in much transition. During many of my personal, deep moments of alone time, I have asked for her supportive touch from the otherside. I am sure she has sent it to me during the day, in the way of signs but because I my roller coaster, ying yang, emotional ball of change that I am in , I am sure that I have missed her supportive signs....So as a last attempt, I think Mom paid me a visit while I was not distracted by the physical world.
Just last week a sibling told me of a special dream she had of Mom. Waking her up for school. Not an easy task as I remember. But in this dream , my sibling said it came easy as she too was asking for Mom's help.
SO todays question is . How many times have you had a dream visit. Do you need to understand this more. What is the sure sign that it is real.
1) You remember every detail. Words, sentences, thoughts and images.
2) You were in a very deep sleep
3) You have been asking for help or the dream helps you in an unexpected way.
Please write down your dream and see if parts of the dream are confirmed in your everyday life. After a dream visit take a moment to daydream a sentence or feeling back to your loved one.
Do you have an awesome dream visit or one that needs to be interpreted. Post to it here or facebook me! I will do my best to help!
Thank you!
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My Dad died of esophageal cancer about 4 or 5 years ago. A couple of months after he died I'm pretty certain he visited my dreams. I had fallen deeply asleep early one morning when I was supposed to be exercising. I had a sort of a lucid-dream experience of seeing him outside in my back yard. In real life it was impossible to see him since the wall of my home is there. I called to him weeping and ran towards him and extended my hand to grab his. I reached my hand through the wall and moved as far as I could to look into his eyes through the window. He reached out and took my hand and it felt quite physical and warm - like I was truly holding his physical hand. All I could say was "Hi Dad" very excitedly through my tears and he smiled at me so beautifully - with a lot of light and life in his face. He looked great - not that thin, ashy gray people get from chemotherapy. I tear up as I recall this now. I held as firmly as I could to his hand as he and the dream faded.
I wasn't super close to my Dad and had pushed him away during my teen years because I felt like he didn't see or accept me. As I got older I came to understand that he always did his best and worked sincerely to love and parent me well. I truly accept that, but that acceptance doesn't completely fill that empty space in my heart. I don't feel as though we ever got too far through that wall I created (?) we created (?) when I was a teen. I've always had this deep tearful longing that shows up in these non-physical experiences in regards to his seeing me/paying attention to me/being fully present for me - I had it even when he was alive.
Just before he left his body, when we were both still physical, and when he lay dying and couldn't speak, I had tried to connect to him. He had been still for a hours and I thought he wasn't conscious. I sang and spoke to him verbally and energetically of all the things that were in my heart around my relationship with him and he motioned, swinging his arms in front of himself. I was shocked to see him move because I thought he wasn't really there. Because of my mental nonsense about his not seeing or accepting me part of me believed that he was trying to get me to shut up and go away. The higher part of me wants to believe that he felt relief that I was taking the step to break through that wall that I (?) we (?) had created and he was doing the best he could to physically express his love.
I don't know for sure, and sometimes I still feel that deep longing for his full acceptance... It's so big, that sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not even about him...
Hello.This post was extremely motivating, especially since I was investigating for thoughts on this topic last couple of days.
Hi Angelina, i should say that its just a coincidence that i came to know about you and your psycic reading thru some blog and read about this particular post of yours. And that too its a recent post. Amazing ! I had a dream myself 2 wks back during afternoon nap. I usually dont get dream during my afternoon nap and that too i slept only for just 20 mins that day. I saw my grandfather in my dream - he passed away couple of yrs back, i was not very friendly with him when he was alive, infact i used to hate him for his behaviors and attitude and was not talking to him for many years and i did not have any regrets when he died also. Now he was there in my dream. In the dream, i was leaving from some home, where my grandma was also there..i said to her i will go tell bye to my grandpa..she did not like that idea still i refused her comments, went down and said good bye...he was so caring and asking whether i wear my jacket bcos its cold outside (pls note that i currently live in USA but i was brought up in india where it is warm thruout the year and we never used jackets, and my grandpa never visited USA). and he mentioned to me that he needs someone to sponsor him a visa and he needs a shelter. Then i woke up, i could clearly remember his face from the dream, all his words. It was so real. But i could not make up why he came all of a sudden in my dream and asking me for a shelter. Btw, i get few of this kind of dreams where i see my dead family members asking for something from me. If you can help me to interpret this dream, it will be helpful.
thanks
sree