About two weeks ago, I had a dream. Me, my daughter and my husband were in this house that we apparently purchased. Might I add, we are not looking to buy. I was on the back patio talking to this old lady. In my dream, I knew she was a spirit but a nice one. When I explained I was moving in, she no longer was in a present state where I could see her. She was angry and I would yell at her to not throw things. She was very angry and threw a christmas pine tree on my daughter. The door bell rang, so I answered it, there were three men at the door, with my cell phone and keys, the side of the house was beautiful brick pavers and pine trees line the walk. I asked the men "where did you get my phone?" they replied down the block. My phone was broke, only the screen was intact. I knew I left it in the back patio area. I hit the picture button on my phone to discover the horrible old lady's picture on it. This woke me up. The next night I went to bed and had another dream. We purchased a house and in the bedroom there was a horrible entity that I couldn't see, only feel. When I walked into the room, it would hold me back. Again, woke up in a sweat.
Two days later, my husband received a phone call and had been secretly trying to surprise me about getting a mortgage to purchase a home. I was so taken back, I told him about my dreams. For the next couple of days, I went looking for houses in historical Phoenix, I always loved the architecture. We looked at about 75 houses, but nothing that really hit me. The day I went on my own, I was looking for a particular house and was lost. Going down the street, there was a speed bump, so I slowed down. On the right hand side, there was a old lady sitting in the middle of a wet empty lot, petting a cat. My first thought was "oh she's homeless, but why is she sitting in the middle of a dirt lot?". To my left was a beautiful pink abandoned victorian house. "Wow!", I thought, "a victorian house in the middle of Phoenix!". I wondered if it was for sale. The gate was locked, so I climbed over. Going down the side of the house, there was pine trees and a brick walk. When I got to the side door I felt an uneasy feeling, hard to describe, I felt ill and very scared, not remembering any of my dreams at this time. I started talking to the house "ok I'm leaving, I just wanted to see how beautiful you were", running in my slippers out of the yard. Across the street, next to the empty lot, was three men. I asked them if they knew about the house. He replied "It's been empty for over 20 years". I asked if it was for sale, he said no, the old man lives down the block and occasionally comes there to hang a "keep out" sign. I replied that it was strange. I was writing him a letter to leave in the mail box, I told him of my interest and about the feeling I experienced and to please call me.
Later on that day my mother told that my dreams had come true and to stay away from there. I brought my daughter back with me so I could take some pictures with my cell phone. Well, when I sent it to my computer, there she was, clear as a bell, the woman in the second floor window. Going to bed that night, of course, my mind was thinking. So in the next dream, I was in a pink victorian house and I kept tripping over this old lady with long hair, she kept replying "again, next week". Then I woke up. Wondering what does next week hold for me.