Another Dream Come True Again

by Marjorie Sharpe
(Vancouver, Canada)

When I was 30 years old, I had a dream about getting a phone and I was told to go and have a phone put in right away because an important call will be made to me in two days. When I woke up the next day, I tried to go on with my day. But all day I kept seeing commercials on T.V. selling phones and when I left for work, all the bus stops had pictures of people using their new phone. But I still didn't get a phone.

Until I went for lunch at the mall and when I walked by a phone store, I hear, "Don't forget your new phone," so I decided, okay, I will get a phone hooked up only if it will be turned on right away. The lady said she could do that because someone called in and canceled their hookup. So she had a phone person out at 7 p.m that night. After he left, I called my best friend to give her my new number and then we went dancing at the corner club until closing time. I had to work the afternoon shift, so I went to bed. To turn of the light, I had to pull the cord down. I touched the light bulb and burned my hand.

By that time, it was 1:45 a.m. I put butter on my burn and went to sleep. At 9 a.m. the phone started ringing. I picked it up and it was my aunt who asked me if I was sitting down. I said yes, then she said my grandma died in her sleep at 1:45 a.m in her sleep.

I think it was grandpa telling me to get the phone because when he died, I found out three weeks later. When I was standing next to his grave. I was very sad and said I hope this doesn't happen when it's grandma time. Just before I left grandpa's grave I said. "Please dad, don't let me forget about a having a phone hookup." I now know that it was grandpa because they came to me at the foot of my bed and told me they love me and will be waiting for me when my time comes. Until then, they'll be watching over me.

Not one word was spoken, but I also hear in my head that everything will be okay.