Like clockwork, I consistently failed to explain away these dreams as figments of my imagination, which left me seriously entertaining the prospect that, perhaps I was losing my mind.
Strangely enough, one of the last dreams that I had involved my Great Aunt Helen.
In the dream I was walking on a trail in a park near my home, I heard a rustling noise behind me and upon turning around, I saw that there was a group of people walking behind me, I thought nothing of it and continued on my way.
I kept hearing the rustling noise which semmed to get progressively louder, so looked back again and I was a bit unnerved to see that the group of people were still there and they had stopped.
Curiosity got the best of me, I squinted to try to make out some of the faces in the crowd, but they were muddled.
Nonplussed, I began to walk towards them and as I got closer, I saw my Aunt in positioned in the front of the crowd.
I sped up and stood face to face with her, taking note that she was holding this long stick.
“Auntie, what are you doing here?” I asked.
She said nothing, smiling slightly before turning her head to the left and covering her mouth.
I looked out in vicinity of where she was looking and saw a row of houses that seemed to be abandoned, when I turned back in her direction, she poked me with the stick.
And I woke up…
I stared at the ceiling in my bedroom recalling the dream over and over in my head before I eventually drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up later that morning there was a dull throbbing on my right side, when I lifted my shirt, I was shocked to see that I had a bright red bruise on the right side of my torso, the place where she poked me in the dream – and it hurt…
The bruise is long gone, but there is now a mark where it once was. Shortly after having this dream, I made the acquaintance of three cousins (Gracie, Evelyn and Shirley) who were linked to me via linkages from my Ancestry DNA test.
When our respective research efforts connected gaps in our trees – in the case of mine, it was a blind spot in the lineage of my maternal Great Grandmother (that had vexed me for the previous 2 years) and a sister of my 3rd Great Grandmother, my 4th Great Aunt Malinda.
It all started to make sense…
And – I slowly began to understand that wasn’t crazy.
This marked the last time I entertained the thought of getting off of the ancestral train.
It was after this – that I finally made the connection that it was always in the aftermath of these dreams that always led to me finding another branch of my family.
And my thoughts raced back to…
To be continued in Part III.