Heaven On Our Side!

I was remarried to my to my ex-husband for the second time when this experience happened to me. Around this time, I realized that nothing had changed from our first marriage to each other. I was depressed and had low self esteem. I had sold my trailer home and given away most of my belongings when we remarried. Now, I realized our second marriage wasn’t working. I had been going to a hypnotist at this time to quit smoking. I also saw this hypnotist, when my husband and I had separated previously. I had fallen asleep. My husband always left the TV on. The volume had gone up loud and I woke up in a foggy state of mind just long enough to hear that the plane of one of the most famous young men in history went down and he was missing. They weren’t sure if anyone else was with him. I remember thinking to myself, “If I could find him then I would be somebody.” I never did become fully awake and fell back to sleep. I found myself on Martha Vineyards. I could see this young man at a distance. It was dark but I knew this man was famous. I couldn’t figure out why I was there or how I had gotten there with him. Everything was happening so fast. It was almost like a flash of lightning. The next thing I know, I was walking behind him on the beach. I continued to follow him and watched where he was going. He seemed to be searching for something. While still in my sleep and although I was there with this man, I did not remember what I had heard on the news. I for some reason didn’t even resonate with this at the time. I still couldn’t figure out how I got there or why I was there. In the next flash of an instant, I am sitting in an airplane. There was a white light around me the entire time. The light was like a glow and that is how I could see things. The plane was in the ocean. I could see lots of rocks and seaweed through the window. The seaweed was swaying back and forth in the water. Sitting next to me, was this young man. He was white as a ghost. That is the only way I could explain it. I knew there were two young women sitting in the back seat. My thought was that the one sitting right behind him is his wife. I wasn’t sure who the other young woman was. I thought this was the wife’s sister or best friend like sister. They were shaking severely and very scared just like me. I said to the young man, “Why aren’t you trying to get out of the plane?” I was scared to death for him. “Try at least try, won’t you?” There was no reply at first. I said, “Please try to get out of here.” He said, “I am at peace now. I am with my Mom and Dad.” I am there trying to understand all this, when he said, “You can go with me, you know.” I thought about this for a second. I was trying to figure out what he meant by that. I even tried to see where he was talking about going with him to. My next thoughts were, “No, I have a husband. I am going back home. I am going to try to make my marriage work and then I am going to try to find a job.” The young women in the back were still shivering and shaking. I then thought, “I have to get out of here or I am going to die.” The woman sitting next to his wife grabbed my arm and said “Please don’t leave us here.” I just jerked my arm free. I felt myself going through the front window of the plane. I next see myself in a tunnel. It was a very dark tunnel. I could see there was a light at the end of the tunnel behind me. There was a white glow light around me still and this is the only way that I could see where I was at and where I was going. I was soaking wet. I was dripping water everywhere as I walked. My hair was wet and seaweed was hanging all over me. I thought to myself, “I have to get back home and take a shower before my husband realizes I was gone.” At this time, I was heading forward and was three-fourths the way through the tunnel. I continued to walk another few steps through the tunnel and the next thing I know, I was completely dry. The next thing that happened was I felt the bed shaking. It shook so hard, it woke my husband and me. He turned the TV off and I slept the rest of the night. I don’t recall having any more dreams this night. I have often wondered if going to the hypnotist opened the doors to what happened this night of my life. I still ask myself that question to this day. I have known some hypnotists since then, that are Mediums, yet I have never asked them if this could have attributed to what happened that night. The next morning, I jumped out of bed groggily and thought, “I dreamed that the plane of this young man had crashed.” My next thoughts were, “I need to work on my Marriage and get a job.” I had forgotten all about what had happened until around lunch time when my daughter called and asked, “Mom, Have you watched the news?” I said, “No.” She then tells me this plane went down with this famous young man on it but they haven’t found it. Slowly but surely, my memory of what had happened the night before came back to me. As I recalled what had happened the night before, I started shaking. I couldn’t understand what was going on or what had happened to me. I found myself scared to death. I felt sick to my stomach. It was thought after what seemed a long time that the young man’s wife and her sister were also with him in the plane. I was so tired and weary all day. The next few days as I watched the news constantly this is what happened. One time I fell asleep on the couch while watching the news. It was after they had found the plane. I was in a big warehouse. I was at the top of the ceiling and looking down. I knew I was where they were investigating and putting the plane back together. There were so many people all around the place. I thought, “I had better get out of here before they see me.” The next dream that I had I was watching his famous Senator Uncle. I don’t know how I knew it but I knew they were cremating the young man. I next saw the famous Senator coming out of this building. In the days to come, the news brought out the fact that the bodies of the famous young man, his wife, and her sister were cremated. I continued to watch everything on this. I never had any more dreams about this after that; none that I can remember anyway. With all this information that the news was validating, what I had previously seen, I still didn’t understand any of this. It still scared me to death. I told the story to a few family members. I was afraid to talk about it. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was crazy. I couldn’t actually talk about something I didn’t understand myself. I made an appointment with my hypnotist. I told him my story as it had happened. I said, “I want you to hypnotize me and take me back there. I want you to know I am telling the truth. I would like for you to help me understand exactly what had happened to me. I don’t want you to take me all the way back to inside the plane though because I am afraid if I go back there I will die.” I told the hypnotist, “I am afraid I would not be able to get out of the plane and would die this time.” My hypnotist told me, “This is what we call a false dream.” He said, “I could take you back there again and that it may be just like you said, but it was what they call a false dream.” I looked at him in disbelief. I said, “No, I was there.” When the hypnotist said that, I was furious. I did not say anything at all to him. I was furious; I knew this was no fake dream. I knew I was there. I never went back to him again.