Although I have viewed this site numerous times as a guest, I have finally gotten up enough courage to share my story.
As a bit of background, my mother's family is completely Hungarian, and it has been a longstanding "joke" that we have "gypsy blood" in our veins and have some type of paranormal abilities. My father's family is Italian, and even though my father is the most logical man I have ever known, he still makes occasional references to the "evil eye" and evil curses.
I was 19 years old when my beloved maternal grandfather passed away. My immediate family is not Catholic, but my grandparents were, and as such believed in purgatory. About a month after he died, I had a dream that I was in my grandparents' house with the rest of my extended family. Someone there told me to check on my grandfather in the den. In the dream I walked to the den but couldn't go in because the door was closed. At that point, my "dream self" split into two, and I watched myself open the door and go into the den. I never saw or heard anything in the den, but then suddenly I came back out, was my whole self again, and went back to the kitchen with the rest of my family. I then told my family that my grandpa was fine, was where he was supposed to be, and that he said to tell them all they didn't have to worry anymore. When I told my mom about this dream, she began to cry and told me that the day before was a Mass for my grandfather to help his soul out of purgatory and move on. I had no idea. That dream shook me for quite a while, but my mom and my aunts all believed that my grandfather truly was communicating with me.
I've had a handful of dreams about my grandfather in the nearly 20 years since he passed away, and nearly all have been in times of trouble or worry. In some he told me things that then came true. With all of that happening over several years, my aunts have told me that I have "the gift."
In April 2011, my maternal grandmother passed away. I did not have any real dreams about her that I think were anything more than that, and I have to say I was a bit disappointed.
In July 2012 I lost my mom. I still struggle with the loss and miss her terribly. Remembering the experience I had with my grandfather (her dad), I desperately wanted her to visit me in a dream and tell me she is OK. I have had clusters of dreams about her in the last several months. In most of them she is almost translucent, and she has never spoken. In one of the most vivid she is hovering around my brothers and I as we eat dinner, and I ask her, "do you know you are gone?" She doesn't speak but nods yes. I ask if she is in heaven and she nods again. I want so much to believe that was her, but it was so different from my experience with my grandfather I don't know what to think. I also know the power of suggestion is real, and wanting to have a dream could have influenced me to do so.
Oh, and as an added note, one morning I was walking from my parking garage across the street to my office. I was lost in thought and missing my mom, lost in my own grief. I had a very sudden flash of my grandparents in my head and could smell my grandmother's perfume like she was standing next to me. I was about to step off the curb to cross the street but stopped abruptly at my weird experience. Not 5 seconds later a bus went flying by. I think my grandparents were watching me that day and trying to warn me about that bus.
I've also had some other weird experiences throughout my life but won't share them on this post.
I know this is long but do appreciate your thoughts on whether I do have a "gift" or am just wishful thinking. And also, with all of his daughters and sons open to his communicating, why would my grandfather choose me?