July 26, 2045. What is that from 2008? Thirty-seven? I'll be 77. According to the Death Clock, that's when I'll die. Of course, if I could get my BMI under 25, I'll live to be 79. Huh. Then again, DNA is probably on my side. My maternal grandfather lived to be 86 and his father lived into his 90s. My paternal grandmother is 95 and shows little sign of slowing down. Though, if she did, we couldn't blame her, right?
What's all this talk of death you ask?
My family isn't known for being visionary or dreamy. As in, we're not seers or prophetic in any manner of speaking (even though we grew up in a faith that believes that kind of stuff), but we do seem to be harbingers of death.
It's odd really. It started with my maternal grandmother, who would dream about someone. If she dreamed about the person more than once or twice, within days of the last dream, she'd have a phone call from someone saying "so-and-so just passed away." Eventually, she came to see multiple dreams as a sign that someone was about to die. Probably pure coincidence and I didn't think that much of it.
About ten years ago, my mother and sister both started having dreams that were generally followed by the death of someone. Again, pure coincidence? I don't know. But what I did know was, I was really, really grateful not to be burdened with a similar light of sight.
Until recently, that is.
In my case, though, I'm not having multiple dreams, which is a relief. But I am dreaming about my maternal grandmother. I've never had dreams about her. She passed away more than 20 years ago. And I haven't been doing anything extraordinary, like reading her journals or hearing anymore anecdotes about her than usual. Granted, I did listen to a audio tape of her a month ago. My mom brought it home from her trip to Utah and Wyoming in May. It was given to her by a very dear family friend who was practically an adopted son in her family. Still, nothing unusual. Or, at least, nothing unusual to suggest to my subconscious mind enough material to conjure up dreams of Grandma when I sleep.
But, in the last month of so, I've had two dreams that included my grandmother. Perfectly normal circumstances. We visit and chat in my dreams. She chews out my grandfather (par for the course!) and seems, though she never says, to be proud of the grown-ups her grandchildren have become.
A few weeks after the first dream, someone close to my parents died. I didn't think a thing more of it until my sister pointed out that I'd dreamed about Grandma and then someone died.
Ack! I freaked out a touch. This is not, not! the kind of thing I want to be a part of, thank you very much. But then I brushed it aside and thought nothing more of it all.
Until the other night.
I dreamed about Grandma again. And now I'm fretting. Who's going to die next? Or am I just being silly?