Sometimes, when mom was alive, I'd wake up in the middle of the night, an swear to heaven she'd called out my name. I'd rush out to wherever she was sleeping--either her bed or on the sofa, and she'd be fine. As mom grew more and more closer to the end of her days, I would have this same dream more and more. The dreams stopped after she'd passed on...and only once have they ever come back--just before..well, it was in the late summer of '06, when some really bad things were happening--and worse things were about to happen-- to me. Thing is, the "dreams" were so real!
You know, right up until the day she died, I couldn't give my mum any roses? That's because right after her mum died, she walked into her basement apartment, and it reeked of roses. Mum swore it was her mother saying goodbye to her (gran had passed on quietly, while my mum had been out on a date). My mum hardly ever freaked out over things...tended to take the most tragic and difficult and unpleasant things, right within her stride--but that thing with the scent of roses? It just plain freaked her out so bad, that she couldn't stand the sight of roses, ever again. Not just real roses, but even pictures and knick-knacks.
And what about my kitchen light, last year. That was reallly freaky. In the middle of the night--while I was in bed, sleeping, my ceiling light in the kitchen started turning itself on and off. When I went out into the kitchen--the switch was in the "off" position. Don't tell me that wasn't weird. I refused to touch that light switch again, for weeks. I'd like to think there's some logical explanation, but if there is, I can't think of a one.
And of course, the mystery of the necklace. I SWEAR I emptied that jewelry box out--there's only about 8 pieces of jewelry in there--but could not find my necklace that mum had given me--and, I'd been in and out of the box, at least a half a dozen times, since then. But, what did I find ON TOP of all the jewelry this week--my necklace that's been missing for nearly two months. Tell me that's not just a bit...strange.
And, how is it, that there's been times I've been out on a strange country road--that I've NEVER been on before in my life--but I just KNOW where the road leads to and where it comes out--I mean, not guessing, just...knowing...and I am right, too. I freaked my college room mate doing that, once. We were on a class trip in the college's van, and the driver turned off onto this strange road--neither of us had been on before, and my room mate turned to me and asked, "Where is he going now?" And without hesitation, I said, "Oh, this road comes out by ________." She gave me a strange look and said, "but you just said you'd never been on this road before." And, sure enough, about 20 minutes later, the road came out just where I said it would....and that REALLY shook her up. At the time I honestly never gave it much thought, and thought she got upset over the goofiest things.
