*How a Spirit Visit in My Dream Filled Me With Joy and Healing

A 3AM Wake-Up Call From Spirit

I woke up at 3 a.m., wide awake, like my body was done sleeping for the night. To avoid waking my husband, I slipped out to the couch. After scrolling through my apps for a bit, I thought, Maybe I should try to get more sleep before the day actually begins.

That’s when the dream came.

The Spirit at the Celebration of Life

In the dream, I was back at my brother-in-law’s mother’s celebration of life. (For context, I had just returned from New York three weeks prior, where I attended the real event.)

We were closing everything down. Only my parents, my sister, my brother-in-law, and I were left cleaning up. There were also two older Italian ladies there, but upon reflecting later, I realized they weren’t really “there”—they were spirits, too. I think they belonged to that park, watching but never engaging.

As we stood by the desserts, I suddenly saw Grandma Carol. At first, I thought, Wow, that woman looks exactly like Carol. So, I said hello. My sister asked who I was talking to, and that’s when Grandma Carol laughed.

I got the biggest smile on my face and hugged her tightly. I’ve never hugged a spirit before! This wasn’t like a usual dream encounter—it felt so real, as if she were physically present.

She told me that everything about the party was perfect and wanted me to let her kids know they did an amazing job. She loved that people were eating, talking, laughing, and smiling. “It was exactly how I wanted my passing to be,” she said.

I teased her about her famous lemon bars, saying I wished I could have tried them so I’d know who made the best ones. She grinned and said, “Well, it wasn’t the ones Lisa made.” We both started laughing. I mentioned my sister’s oven (which has had issues in the past), was to blame for the overcooked yet somehow raw desserts. Grandma Carol confirmed that she knew my sister is a great cook. She admitted she’d watched me and her son, Josh, trying to eat those half-baked desserts.

Conversations With the Other Side

The conversation went deeper.

Surprised, I asked, “Wait—you were there that morning?”

She explained that she moved between visiting Josh and her daughter, Katie. When I asked if she crossed over quickly, her response was simple: “Yeah, it was pretty easy.”

The energy, joy, and love radiating from this encounter were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Before leaving, she gave me one final message to pass along.

The Closet Message and Spirit of Forgiveness

A couple days before this dream, my sister had sent me a photo. She was cleaning out a closet in the house we grew up in (which she now owns). On the inside of the closet door—our old shared closet—she found her name written in chalk.

When I focused on the picture, I didn’t get visuals, only emotions. Heavy ones: fear, doubt, anger, sadness. Getting just emotions is unusual for me.

Now, at the same time, I had been questioning whether I should keep putting my mediumship journal and gifts out into the world. Childhood wounds of being called a demon or losing friends when I shared my experiences still creep up and make me doubt myself.

That night, I dreamed about the chalk. In the dream, I stood in our old bedroom, staring at the closet door with my sister’s name written in all capitol letters. A female voice filled the room, carrying all those heavy emotions—and then came one word: “Forgiveness.”

I thought, Well, thank God it says Lisa because I’m not exactly good at forgiveness.

The voice clarified: “You have to let those heavy feelings go. Release them. Be light again.”

The next evening, I planned to tell my sister. But before I could, I had the Grandma Carol dream—where she confirmed, “The woman is right. The message is forgiveness.”

Spirit’s Lesson—Let That Sh*t Go

I still don’t know exactly what needs forgiving. Maybe my sister forgiving me for all the nights I crawled into her bed after nightmares. Maybe bigger things. Maybe everything. Truth is, forgiveness is part of the human experience.

Sometimes, our life mantra just has to be: “Let that sh*t go.”

Waking Up to Signs From the Universe

When I woke from the Grandma Carol dream, I was buzzing with joy. Her laughter stayed with me. I made coffee, stepped outside, and the stars looked brighter than ever. Two planets shone like spotlights. Orion stood tall in the sky, reminding me of nights in Vegas when I’d look at him and think, My sister is probably looking at him, too.

Later, on my morning run, I couldn’t stop taking pictures. The clouds, the sunrise, the colors—it was all so breathtakingly beautiful. It felt like Grandma Carol’s energy was still with me, teaching me to see life’s beauty in the smallest details.

That morning, I felt drunk on happiness. Content. Free.

All from a spirit visit with a woman I had barely seen in 20 years—but who still had the power to fill me with love, joy, and light.

That’s the thing about spirit: time doesn’t matter, love doesn’t fade, and they always know more than we realize.

The Delivery

I called my sister and perhaps through divine intervention, my brother in law was out for a run. I am the type of person that can be a little overwhelming at times, blame the ADHD that was never medicated in my day, so perhaps it was a good thing I only dealt with my sister who is used to my hype. I told her I had a dream with grandma Carol. I explained how easily she crossed over and how I hugged a spirit which has never happened before. I continued to explain the energy she brought into my life. The positivity and love and appreciation for all the little, often overlooked elements in our everyday life. As excited as my voice was I didn't feel like I had the perfect words to explain the absolute joy that resulted from this encounter. I explained about the beauty of the twinkling stars and how the planets somehow seemed brighter then ever, continuing with how I got lost in memories while focusing on Orion the hunter. She interrupted me to tell me that every line of stars her husband sees he thinks it is Orion and that he cannot be seen in the sky this time of year, yet Her husband always insists he sees him. Perhaps my focus was set for a reason, to make that connection. I explained to my sister Orion is definitely in the sky and that I definitely saw him this morning. Thankfully my nephew was listening and explained to my sister that Orion cant be seen from New York but can in the early morning in Florida. So in case you were worried, I'm not crazy.

I also explained to my sister the dream I had about the closet chalk. She didn't understand. Who or what was she suppose to be forgiving? I couldn’t help with that questions, perhaps I will have another dream about it, meanwhile, we will be mindful of any and all negative emotions or judgments. We will forgive generously and let go of any heavy emotions. Although the chalk spelled out LISA, it was in our shared childhood bedroom, and it did reference emotions from the past, so I'm left to assume this is something we will work on together.