Sazerac,
Thank you for that astounding revelation!
That is just totally awesome!
My father was closest to his Native American Heritage~Apache to be exact and the morning he passed away I was sleeping...dreaming of an Apache man who looked much like my father being tangled up in a dream catcher that was tied to a horse.
My sisters were there, full blooded and half sisters alike and one of them insisted we keep him tied up there for his own good.
As she walked away with the rest of us following her, I questioned her reasoning and as she voiced her answer and entered the building we were all in front of with the rest of my sisters following her inside, I turned back again to the man and saw that he was no longer tied to the horse, but tied between two posts on the old western style sidewalk we were on. The dreamcatcher he had been tangled up in was gone.
I approached him to look at him and wonder why she thought it best for him to tie him up this way when he obviously looked as if he was suffering and he pleaded with me to help him, that his heart hurt and he was afraid he was going to die.
As I went to touch his chest, near his heart, he vanished into thin air and I awoke.
I was extremely depressed, unable to think or function and I did not know why.
I did not associate my physical and mental condition to the dream until later that day when his sister called me to give me the horrible news.
My father had been working in the kitchen in his house in FL when his heart literally exploded from the strain he was putting on it by lifting windows out of the wall in order to later install a patio door.
His time of death coincided with the time that I awoke...the time that the Apache man in my dream had just vanished.
I believe that supernatural beings can appear to us, my own brother saw a Dr. and two nurses performing surgery on my mother while he was in her bed one night and one of the nurses approached him and whispered to him that everything would be OK. He told her of the experience and she went to the Dr. to find out she had cancer and needed a hysterectomy, which she recovered swiftly from.
I also believe that our own souls have ways of reaching out to others that they love in order to convey important messages.
I believe the Apache man in my dream was my father.
Thank you for sharing! Please, tell us of some of the memories of your grandmother that you hold in your heart so that we too may share in the love that she shared with you.
Thank you!

Moni
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[This message has been edited by Moni (edited 06-07-2001).]