Dream # 44—01/20/2024
SOMETHINGS WRONG!
I was at my stepfather’s old home.
I was in a bedroom with a couple of my sisters.
One of my sisters and I got into an argument.
She wanted me to leave.—I wasn’t supposed to be there.
I don’t remember asking, but maybe I did.
The one that I argued with told me that our sister “T” had died.
My mind went immediately to my mother and my stepfather, thinking that’s why they weren’t there.
Because they were either identifying the body or making arrangements.
There was this small dog that kept following me around.
It was acting nervous like it couldn’t believe what was happening or what had happened.
It knew.
One sister kept placing the small dog against my back as I continued arguing with our other sister.
I told her to stop doing that, but the dog still followed me around the room.
Someone came into the house that I didn’t recognize.
It was a short black lady with short hair.
Her presence frightened me, although she greeted everyone with smiles.
One of my sisters told me “Oh, that’s Aunt Shirley.”
I never knew an Aunt Shirley on my mother's side.
She resembled my mother’s people, though.
So, she must have been an aunt somewhere down the line in our family history.
This woman is no longer among the living, and that’s why she frightened me.
SOMETHINGS WRONG!
My mother finally showed up with balloons.
And upon seeing my mother, the dog…. it released a hair-raising WAIL!
It wailed like a female human!
It was mourning!
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with it?” I screamed.
SOMETHINGS WRONG!
The Wailing Banshee
The banshee is also a predictor of death. If someone is about to enter a situation where it is unlikely they will come out alive she will warn people by screaming or wailing, giving rise to a banshee also being known as a wailing woman.
A female spirit in Gaelic folklore whose appearance or wailing warns a family that one of them will soon die.
Examples: "The family is reputed to have its own banshee that howls when one of them is going to die.
In the dream, my sister specifically said the name of our sister.—”T has died.”
It doesn’t sit well with me, that my other sister kept pressing the dog up against my back.
This specific sister’s face wasn’t familiar to me.
I just knew her as my sister.
Sister…
Bitch, if I find out that you paid somebody to rootwork me.
What you released upon me is going to come back to you x10.
Don’t play with me.
*Research who Miss. Robinson is in “Hoodoo Tarot.”
That’s going to be your outcome.
I picked that dog up a couple of times throughout the dream to comfort it.
Death missed me and hit my sister.
Sister…
I know who you are.
I don’t know why people just won’t leave me alone.
All I want is to be left alone.
“People make me do bad things.”