When dreams are calling…

Everyone has a story to tell; the older you are, the longer it may be. So I will fast forward through a whole bunch of years to this last year. If you are curious about intuition and messages in your dreams, communicating with your loved ones that have passed? Premonitions? Meditations, your life purpose, and all that stuff, and how to apply it to your life? This is it. What will be different about this story? I followed the calling of a dream and am now living in real time all the twists and UNBELIEVABLE turns. But first, let me catch you up!

Ever dream of someone you once knew?

It all started one morning when I woke up and remembered my dream. You know when you wake up with that weird, not-so-great feeling in the pit of your stomach? That kind of dream. I had dreamt of my ex-boyfriend Bob, who I had not seen in over ten years! I hadn’t dreamt of Bob, nor really thought of him since our break up, except to recall great things we had done together. But this dream would not let go of me. It kept hanging around in my mind, almost haunting me. So I decided to go down the rabbit hole and find out what the dream was trying to tell me.
Was Bob dead?

Let’s catch up…

My book was in an editor’s hands, being revised. The Mermaid who lost her hair was a book about a mermaid who had a type of cancer and who lost her hair and how she overcame the challenges cancer brought her way. While this was happening, trouble brewed in my personal life, and to find answers and inner peace; I turned to MindValley. It was mostly to find a way to calm my body, mind, and emotions. I had terrible acid reflux, and my stomach issues weren’t helping; combined with migraines and insomnia, it was a terrible mix. What to choose? So many interesting classes! So I just let my intuition guide me. What I mean by that is finding which quest or course spoke to me and attracted me. At first, it was the meditations, and they helped me tremendously. I started with the M word, then went on to Duality, The Six phase meditation, etc.

All the classes or quests gave me incredible clarity of mind, my intuition spiked, my awareness was on hyperdrive, and I was in a much better place. I had just finished reading “Think like a Monk” by Jay Shetty, which in my opinion, was just common sense and the way to live.

I was illustrating digital cliparts and patterns by day for my website, www.ambillustrations.com, and illustrating the sketches for my book at night; life was good, and I was dealing with my problems from a place where surrender and acceptance reigned.

Then I dreamt about Bob.

What about Bob?

It was not a very sophisticated dream nor exciting, so why did I decide to follow it? That morning March 5th, 2022, I woke up with a strange feeling and wrote down my dream. I told my husband Desmond about it, recounting it in as much detail as I could remember. I found by speaking it, I remembered more!

“It was a cloudy day, and Bob, all dressed up fancy with a suit and tie, was standing in the middle of this courtyard with people hurriedly walking around. It was in the small village where I once had a business. So many people were around, reminding me of the hustle and bustle of Times Square. What caught my eye was Bob. He was standing very still, a head above the crowd. He did not wave or move; he just gave me an incredible smile. I could sense he was happy to see me but also could not move. He reminded me of those human-size cardboard cutouts as I stared for a moment. His eyes followed me while everyone around him ran around tending to their day. It was unlike him. He would have waved and walked toward me. I also did not react like myself. Instead of walking toward him, I turned around and started muttering no, no, no. I then talked and convinced myself in the dream to turn back and go to my appointment. I walked past the courtyard where he was standing but was gone.”

I explained to Desmond that I feared something was wrong with Bob. It was the fact that he couldn’t move and that he was dressed in a tie and black suit that got me wondering if he had died. He would only wear suits on special occasions. It also felt weird that he couldn’t move. He was super athletic, always doing all kinds of sports! Was he dead or really sick? And why in the world was I dreaming of Bob?

I had to get going. Work was not going to wait for me. I went along with my day, but the dream kept coming back, and I. to it. It bothered me. I stopped. Should I just let it go? But the question of why kept coming up. Why did I dream of Bob? There has to be a reason.

So what do you think I did next? 

I looked on Facebook, and there was nothing. I mean nothing on him, not even on his daughter’s page. So I contacted his best friend and business partner Michel, who told me he hadn’t heard from him in a long time and didn’t know why. Bob had stopped talking to him. I thought that was odd. It was not like Bob. Bob was such a happy-go-lucky guy! I asked if he thought Bob was still alive. He said he believed so. 

Next, I contacted his son-in-law, who worked with my son Jason. No answer. After a week, I told my son, Jason, about my dream and asked him to get some news for me. It took a couple of days before he came back with an answer.

Bob is in the hospital. He has a degenerative disease. 

That’s it? That’s all he said? I asked. 

“What is it?” 

Jason wasn’t sure. ” I will ask for more details.” 

A week passed, and one morning before breakfast, I received a text from my son.

Bob has ALS… Lou Gheric’s disease. He is in a wheelchair and paralyzed from the waist down! 

Oh my goodness! No! Not Bob! I cried and cried and was so affected by the news. I kept talking about it with Desmond. We talked about how this was affecting me. Why did I get a message that Bob was sick and that he couldn’t move? Why? What good is it for me to know about this, and what should I do? I felt helpless, and I don’t know what to do. I went on for the next few days in a blur of questions all about Bob.

To call or not to call…

It was June 3rd, 2022, when I called him.
“A blast from the past! Wow! I’m doing good! How are you doing, Annie?”
I told him I was fine and I was calling him because I had dreamt about him.
His answer? “Oh oh… Was it good or bad?” he asked.
But before I could answer, he then quickly admitted that he was not okay as he had previously stated. For the next hour or so, he told me everything that had happened and what he was going through. He had less than a year to live. I promised I would come by and see him in the next few weeks and, at the same time, meet his girlfriend.
Okay! Sigh of relief! That phone call went well. Maybe there was some unfinished business we needed to say. I didn’t know it yet.
As I was thinking about Bob, it came to me that Michel might not know Bob had less than a year to live. I didn’t know what happened between them, but I would want to know if it were my old best friend. It would be up to Michel what he would do with that information. He was thankful, I told him.
When Desmond came back from his errands, we sat down. “Maybe that is why I dreamt about Bob. Maybe he has unfinished business with Michel. Maybe he can’t or shouldn’t leave this world without mending it. Desmond, perhaps I dreamt about Bob so that I could reconcile two friends? No one else around Bob was doing it, so it took a dream to make it happen.
Another sigh of relief, but my relief was to be short-lived. More plans were brewing on the other side, where dreams beckon to be followed.