“But my most powerful memory of connecting with spirit happened one night in my room. I shared a room with my younger brother, who was about 5 at the time. I must have been around 10. I woke up from what I thought was a bad dream about being killed. In the dream, I was an older woman driving a car on the highway when another car crashed into us, instantly killing me and my passenger. But when I woke up, I didn’t feel scared. Instead, I felt like I had come back to this world with special abilities”

In this passage, I’m diving into a dream that has stuck with me for over thirty-five years, and what’s wild is that my younger brother experienced the same dream. It’s one of those dreams that’s so vivid, it feels like it’s etched into your brain forever. We both couldn’t shake the imagery – a white car and the unsettling feeling of tragedy, with both of us involved somehow. It’s made me wonder if the person beside me in the dream represents my brother, adding a whole new layer of mystery to it all.

This dream isn’t just a one-off thing; it’s like a gateway to a bunch of other strange experiences I’ve had throughout my life. Thinking back to my childhood, I’m amazed at how intense and lifelike some of my dreams were. They felt like they were showing me glimpses of past lives or warning me about stuff that hadn’t happened yet. But here’s the thing: I was pretty much on my own when it came to figuring all this out. My mom was skeptical about anything she couldn’t see or touch, and my dad wasn’t really around much to talk about this kind of stuff.

So, I turned to my imagination for comfort. It was like my own little safe haven where I could create all sorts of crazy stories and explore different worlds. Little did I know at the time, but those imaginary adventures were actually giving me insights into some pretty deep stuff. Even though I didn’t have anyone explicitly telling me it was okay to dive into the spiritual side of things, I could feel something guiding me – call it Spirit or intuition or whatever you want.

As I’ve gotten older and wiser (or at least I like to think so), I’ve realized that this connection to something bigger than myself has always been there. It’s like this invisible hand gently nudging me in the right direction, even when I didn’t know where I was going. And now, seeing my own kid starting to explore these same kinds of things, it’s like watching history repeat itself in the best possible way.

I’m excited to see where this journey takes her and how it’ll continue to shape my own path. But for now, I’m just grateful to know that I’m not alone in this crazy, beautiful adventure called life.