I had seen the movie "The Matrix" the weekend of 17 June 2000. The idea of phones ringing might have been percolating around my brain.
I was having a midsummer night dream.
I am at a cafe in a downtown high-rise. Looking out the window, I can see the glass front of another high-rise. In that other building across a narrow street -- hey, I can see my Mom! She is standing there with HER mom (my grandmother, who died in 1981), and they are all dressed up. My mom is holding a telephone, but she is not speaking. Instead she is smiling, waving at me, and pointing. Not pointing at ME but at something BEHIND me. I turn around, and see a pay phone on the wall. I turn back to my mom, and I gesture toward the phone, as though to say, "What? You want me to make a phone call?" Mom nods, and she and Grammie smile and wave. My Mom is still holding the phone, and she's pointing again. Just then the phone rings.
The phone rings.
I wake up. I can still hear the phone ringing. "That's strange," I think, "I can still hear that phone." Then I get it. It's my REAL phone ringing. I rise and pick up the phone, but I don't say anything.
It's 1:20 AM on 21 June 2000.
Finally, I say, "Hello?"
On the phone is my Dad, telling me Mom has been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. He says slowly, "The prognosis not good."
Well, Mom had died very suddenly of a massive heart attack, and was perhaps dead by the time the ambulance showed up, but her pacemaker restarted part of her heart, so there was some question to the paramedics. I know sometimes dreams can create a context for a noise that is about to wake us up. But I think that the dream was a real call from my Mom. Lo-o-o-ong Distance and not only "Person to Person" but Soul to Soul. Calling to give me one last hug, as it were. It was my Mom, with my Grammie. There they were, on the "other side" -- and happy. To me, that is too much for coincidence. That dream continues to be a source of some comfort, and of great hope.
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