Starting in my early twenties, once in awhile a live blood relative would come to me in a dream. They would insist that I take them to either the train, cruise ship, or airport. They would insist that I stay with them until they departed. Within a week to ten days later that person died.
One night when I was sleeping I had a dream, or rather it felt more like an OBE, my grandfather was in the hospital dying and he made me promise I would take care of my grandmother. This night I was in his room and he grabbed my hands and asked me if I remembered my promise. I assured him I had, then I jolted awake and just made a mental note to call my grandmother later. I had to call the hospital and my grandmother was mad at me and told me it wasn't a good time and hung up on me. I knew that day was the day he would die. I got the phone call a few hours later that he died.
One time a very old crotchety woman came to me in a dream. Her accent was rather odd and she was very abrupt so I asked her who she was. She said to me, "Don't you recognize your own grandmother?" I had not seen my paternal grandparents since I was about three. My grandmother had made my grandfather move back to Switzerland, he did not want to go. The reason her accent sounded strange is she grew up in the German speaking section and my grandfather grew up in the French speaking section (Bern to be exact). My father was the first one in his family to be born here, he has an older brother. She died a few days later.
Another night I had a dream that my Uncle George, who is my maternal grandfather's brother, visited me in a dream but didn't speak to me but he has had at least two strokes that I know of. I called my mother the next day and told her to call Aunt Ruth and told her why. My mother got annoyed and told me he was just fine. A week later my mother called me to tell me he died of a massive stroke the night before.
There were a few relatives that did not come to me in a dream. Neither of my parents did, but I was holding my mother's hands when she died. My maternal grandmother didn't come to me either but she was dying from a massive stoke.
Now onto my Uncle Frank, my mother's brother. One night I had a very vivid dream of being at a Rangers Hockey game just before Thanksgiving. I like hockey but I've never been to a Rangers game, only an Islanders game one time. I was confused but also enjoyed the game. I went to get a soda or something and saw my Uncle Frank standing about fifteen feet away from me. He was smiling and had orbs floating around him. The Saturday after Thanksgiving I got a call from my sister asking me if I knew Uncle Frank had died. I called my Aunt a little while later to give my condolences and to find out when the wake would be. She told me they were only having him layed out on Sunday then have the service on Monday. My husband, daughter and I went to the wake on Sunday. I looked at my Uncle and rather than wearing the traditional suit he was layed out wearing a Rangers jacket!
I know this is long but I hope you enjoyed.