ANDTwo weeks ago I had a dream. I, my daughter and my husband, were in this house, which we apparently bought. I can add, we don't want to buy. I was on the back patio talking to this older woman. In my dream I knew she was a spirit, but nice. When I explained that I was moving in, she was no longer in the current state in which I could see her. She was irate and I would shout at her so that she would not throw things. She was very bad and threw Christmas pines at my daughter. The bell rang, so I replied that there were three men at the door, with my mobile phone and keys, sideways of the house was attractive with cobblestones and pine trees. I asked the men “where did you get my phone from?” They responded to the block. My phone was rinsed, only the screen was intact. I knew I left it on the back patio. I pressed the image button on the phone to discover a terrible photo of an senior lady. It woke me up. The next night I went to sleep and I had another dream. We bought a house and in the bedroom there was a terrible being that I could not see. When I entered the room, it would stop me. I woke up in sweat again.
Two days later, my husband received a phone call and secretly tried to surprise me before buying a mortgage to buy a house. I was so taken, I told him about my dreams. For the next few days I was looking for houses in the historical Phoenix, I always loved architecture. We looked at about 75 houses, but nothing that really hit me. On the day I went alone, I was looking for a specific house and lost myself. Walking down the street, there was a speed hit, so I slowed down. On the right in the middle of a soggy empty plot, an senior lady was sitting, a cat song. My first thought was: “Oh, she is homeless, but why is he sitting in the middle of the group?” On my left side there was a attractive pink abandoned Victorian house. “Wow!”, I thought, “Victorian house in the middle of Phoenix!” I wondered if it was for sale. The gate was closed, so I climbed myself. Going on the side of the house, there were pines and a brick walk. When I got to the side door, I felt a restless feeling, tough to describe, I felt ailing and very scared, not remembering any of my dreams at that time. I started talking to the house “OK, I'm leaving, I just wanted to see how beautiful you were”, running on my slippers from the yard. On the other side of the street, next to the empty plot, there were three men. I asked them if they knew about the house. He replied: “It was empty for over 20 years.” I asked if he was for sale, he said “no”, the senior man lives a block and sometimes he comes there to suspend the sign “Stay”. I replied that it was strange. I wrote him a letter to leave in the postal field, I told him about my interest and the feeling that I experienced and call me.
Later that day my mother said that my dreams came true and stay away from there. I brought my daughter with me so that I could take pictures with my cell phone. Well, when I sent him to my computer, she was there, she was as a bell, a woman in the window of the second floor. Going to sleep that night, of course, my mind thought. So in the next dream I was in a pink Victorian house and I was still stumbling for an older lady with long hair, she was still answered “again, next week.” Then I woke up. I wonder what he is for me next week.
