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How exciting I thought, an Elvis concert!! I wasn’t even a fan, but I was thrilled to be accompanying my sister-in-law to Vegas so that we could attend no other than the “King’s” concert! I still remembered sitting on the two storied bus, sitting facing the inside aisle, lights shining through the windows. It was still and dark outside and I was so excited… afterall, I had never been to Las Vegas. My sister-in-law Liz was sitting to my left. Her arm craddled around my shoulder and happy to be by my side, she was paying attention to something outside the window behind her. I was so elated to see her and she looked amazing. Looking much younger than I remembered, she was wearing the neatest glasses I’d ever seen.
Turning to see what was keeping her attention outside, I remembered not wanting to take my eyes off of her. She was looking at my niece Natalie and her husband who were standing in front of a fountain taking pictures. It was a beautifully moonlit night, busy and bustling with so many people, and I thought that it was so nice that there was not a drop of snow in sight.
As the light grew dimmer, I could hear the sound of reality setting back in. I suddenly awoke. Grabbing for the nearest piece of paper, I recorded what I could remember from the dream that I had just had. It was 4:12 a.m., February 18th, 2010. Everything that I could feel, smell, sense about my dream of my deceased sister-in-law Liz, my concert companion, was written down as quickly as I could replay its memory. What an amazing visit I thought… and my niece and her husband were also there. I couldn’t wait to share this with her!
The next morning, Brad asked why I had awoken so suddenly and asked if I was feeling okay. Responding that I had received a visitor from beyond, he chuckled and started to poke guesses as to who he thought my dream visitor could be. When I recounted to him my dream, he asked if I was going to call my niece Natalie to let her know. Liz was her mother and she’d always had an interest in learning of my dreams as we called each other often to talk about these types of things. Later on that day, I called and left her a message to call me when she had a moment.
A week or so went by before she returned my call. She apologized for not getting back to me sooner explaining that she and her husband had been out of town on a much needed vacation. We chatted and laughed about the fact that she had kept the vacation under wraps as she didn’t want anyone knowing where they had gone. She then reminded me of my message.
As I started to recall the reason why I had left a message, I asked if I could refer to my dream diary because I wanted to make sure I was accurate with the details about what I was going to say. Returning to the telephone with diary in hand, I started recounting to her my dream about her deceased mother Liz and the visit that we had. I told her that she and I were on our way to Vegas to an Elvis concert and that we had made a stop at some posh hotel. I told her that while we were there, her mother had caught a glimpse of her and Mike, standing outside of the bus taking photos. Laughing, I told her that I recorded this dream on February 18th at 4:12 a.m. Natalie had become unusually quiet during this time.
After recalling my dream to her, she asked me if I was in front of my computer to which I replied, “I could be”. As I went down to my office in the basement, Natalie had sent me an email a few moments later with an attachment. As I opened the attached, I could see a two storied bus parked by a water fountain with many people walking about. This place seemed familiar to me somehow. It was dark out. Still on the telephone, I asked her about the photo.
She replied: “Auntie Jay, Mike and I were in Las Vegas on February 18th. We went there without telling anyone. We had just arrived to our hotel “The Belagio” when I decided to take this picture of the fountain in front of the hotel. As I went to take the picture, a two story bus had just pulled in so I waited for it to stop, then took the photo with the bus in it. That’s what you’re looking at. It’s the only one I took of that area. Oh my god, Auntie, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Liz had accomplished exactly what she intended… to let her daughter know that she was with her in spirit on her much needed vacation. The photo was simply a validation. So, are dreams just dreams? lol.. I’d have to say, Vegas or Bust! x
Do our loved ones visit us in our dreams? Do they communicate with us or send us messages? I say they do! Let me continue…
He stood in front of a burning wall, the tub behind him full of water. I still remember his white shirt, pants and the belt that he wore; the look of serenity that enveloped him was breathtaking. There were no other walls that I could see, other than the white ceramic tile one behind him which was on fire. I could see the blue skies on each side of him when I realized that we were both suspended somewhere in time. Was this a dream or was it a visit?
As we looked at each other, I could hear his voice in the distance saying “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”. Not sure of what I had heard, I asked for him to repeat it again… the message was clear “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”.
I awoke suddenly, and with purpose. I had just received a clear message from my father. I made my way into the den, and with pen in hand, started writing everything I could remember about this message. I felt a bit of a worry with what was whispered to me. I couldn’t quite understand what it meant. Where was this bathroom? Why the fire? What did this “axe” mean?
When Brad woke up, I told him of my dream. He also felt that this was also a message of sorts. A few days later, we decided to go out for our usual Friday night “fish and chips” at Sam’s local diner. It was a great meal as usual. As we were making our way out of the restaurant, an elderly gentleman asked Brad if he knew where the “Railway Museum” was located. Brad mentioned that he had never heard of it and referred him to an information centre where he could obtain more information. The man thanked him and then said “oh, thanks young man, you see, my grandfather forged his way into this city with this axe, one that I donated to the “Railway Museum” years ago. I was in town and thought I’d go see it”. Brad and I looked at each other with amazement. There was that “axe” word, one that normally doesn’t come up in conversation. We started conversing on the way home about it. This truly was a sign for us that my father had come to me with a message. But was did it mean?
A few days later, I was helping a friend in the lobby of the building where I lived. We were standing in front of building’s maintenance panel, when suddenly, the building fire alarms went off. The panel lit up like a Christmas tree and all I could were the words flashing “warning warning warning”. Before she could reach to unlock the system with her key, the alarm shut off by itself. We looked at each other and thought it was strange. As we started to walk away, the alarm sounded again, and we turned to see the panel lit up like it had just moments before. She turned it off. We looked at each other again, and then heard the sound of many fire trucks roaring by. Not knowing the situation, we checked the building, every floor until we felt everything was fine. The fire trucks were on route somewhere else so needless to say, we were relieved.
When I got home, I received a call from Lydia, the Administrator of the long term care facility where my mother resides. “Jay”, Lydia said, “Please do not be alarmed, but I must tell you, there’s been a fire at this facility. Your mother has been taken to another area and is safe. You see, we’re in the midst of demolishing the building in order to stop the fire because it started in the ceiling. If we don’t, the fire will continue down the wall into your mother’s room. We’re hoping it didn’t.” I thanked Lydia for the call and before she hung up, asked her which wall of my mother’s room was affected. She replied “oh, it was the wall in the bathroom Jay, the white ceramic one.” I sat there for a minute in total awe. The message was indeed intended for me. The sign of the “axe” was a message of love from beyond, and one of concern for my mother. Thanks for watching over us Dad and for stopping by for a visit! xx (PS Happy Birthday)