I is with great pleasure I introduce to you Jackie Jeffery. Jackie and I became FB friends this past year, and she was kind enough to share these mystical dreams with us. Her mom died of lung cancer on February 4th, 2004 at the age of 60. She was there when her mom passed. Jackie had four dreams within a month following her death & recorded them in her journal.These dreams are copied exactly from the journals, with the exception of adding details in parenthesis, such as identifying sisters, etc. They are included for clarity.
“I’m happy to share these. It was an honor to share the last days of her journey, and I feel gifted by theses dreams.” ~Jackie
First dream – Feb 16th, 2004
In this dream I was a first-time midwife. The dream had many details (I didn’t record them however) and I was well into it when all of a sudden into this coffee shop walks Mom. She was thin, her hair was somewhat thin also, and she was dressed in a bright color though the clothes hung loosely on her. She was talking, but she was confused, not focused, as if talking to herself and not sure where she was. Not “grounded”. I was surprised and then turned to a server and said, “my Mother’s dead” as if to remind myself that it wasn’t real. Then I woke up.
Feb 17th, 2004
In this morning’s dream I was once again deep into details; I can’t remember now what it was about. Just very busy and rich in detail. All of a sudden, I’m in a hospital room talking to Mom. She’s well; lots of hair, good color, a healthy weight. She’s wearing her regular clothes and they fit well. We’re talking about nothing specific; she laughs a lot. Slowly it dawns on me that this can’t be; Mom is dead. She seems so real and happy, I don’t know what to do. I think, “could I be wrong?” No, she was cremated, she’s gone, there’s no way. At first I exclaim that I’m hallucinating. Someone tells me “no”; a doctor-figure, I think. I tell Mom that she’s dead; was cremated over a week ago. There’s no chance that it was a mistake. Juline (my youngest sister) is there and speculates on how a mistake could’ve happened. Mom denies she died; seems miffed. She puts on all the clothes she has, making several layers of shirts and topping it with a mid-length leather jacket. She’s getting ready to leave. The dream ends abruptly.
February 19th, 2004
Yesterday was two weeks since Mom’s death.
In this dream, I am driving on the interstate to a shopping/business mega-complex. I am familiar with the roads and the place. I can’t find parking in the ramps, so I street park in a new place.
Inside, lo and behold, is Mom. This time she looks as she did recently (prior to her death)… thin and weak. Joette and Juline (my sisters) are with her. Though I am surprised – because I thought she died – I say nothing, because I figure if Joette & Juline are there and accepting it then it must be okay. We shop a bit for Valentine’s things. She says how much she likes Valentine’s day. At one point, she is tired and leans on me briefly. Joette, Juline and I talk a bit, saying that the next time she dies we won’t do a service or obituary, since we’ve already done it. Also, we wonder if we should return the gifts of money received in the sympathy cards. Obviously, we all know that she’s died and is back.
We all leave; she walks off with Joette in front of me. I forgot my purse and have to run back to the store. Everything is still in it when I find it. Joette’s car is a red VW Cabriolet or Rabbit convertible with a white top. She’s looking under the car to find spare keys. I get in my car, but can’t find my way out of the area. The dreams evolves into me being lost, driving and walking all over the area, trying to figure out how to get back to the interstate.
March 5th, 2004
Yesterday marked one month since her passing.
Early this morning, just before waking, I had this dream…
This time, I don’t remember the beginning. The first thing I can recall is being with Mom, Joette & Juline in an older home which reminds me somewhat of Aunt Edith’s – the layout, woodwork, etc. (Aunt Edith was much beloved by myself and my mom; she was my dad’s aunt.) Unlike my previous dreams, this time she knows that she had died. She talks about it, but mostly in this dream she tells us about her experience of being “dead.” The realities are blended, because in the dream she is really with us, here, and yet she really was dead and experienced the spiritual realm.
I can ask her questions about her experience, and they are so big in me that I weep often. I am the only one asking the spiritual questions, but of course it is my dream. She answers with words, but even as she speaks she is showing us. And so it is as if we can see and experience what she’s describing. It all very other-worldly. I wish I could remember details and could describe it better. The feeling was very soulful, “floating” almost, with a very long-view of life – like being able to pull way back to see the whole and yet still being close enough to feel the details.
She was healthy and whole. She was peaceful and calm. She knew she was back and that her time was very limited with us. She had an understanding, a perspective, that she shared as best she could in response to my questions.
What I saw was good and beautiful, and it all made sense. That is just the memory-impression, because as I said I can’t recall the specifics. I do remember this: she showed the three of us a photograph of us as children. Then she said, “It’s already five o’clock.”
It was the passage of time, of her life and ours. It was a metaphor, perhaps. That what seems like a long time is really very short and passes quickly. Even in the dream I felt this exchange had meaning on several levels: the passing of her life, the brevity of her return visit, and a reminder that our lives also are finished in the passing of a shadow, so quickly.
The longer she stayed, the more people were present. People I didn’t know but who knew her. They were all happy to see her, were all her friends. The atmosphere grew more and more party like. Celebratory, but informal like a day at the beach.
At one point, I told her about my three dreams; about her not being dead and I cried, saying I couldn’t believe they’d been true.
Towards the end, there was a movement to go. People were making plans where to go and where to meet. They were getting in cars, and Mom was also looking for a ride. I guess the gathering was breaking up, though I felt like I had more questions. I didn’t want that experience to end yet.
Then I woke up. No formal beginning or ending to this dream. But the tears I cried after I woke up felt cool and refreshing on my cheeks. I am glad for this dream. It was good.