My initial psychic dream is either a moment of unconscious enlightenment or an extra sensory perception brought about from pure desire to find my lost object. Whatever power I summoned it carried forth even in a dream state. How often happenings such as mine occur is beyond my knowledge. I tend to think I simply wanted my lost diamond so badly that I willed this event.
This experience happened nearly fifteen years ago. However, I remember it like it was yesterday. The situation began when my live-in boyfriend presented me with a beautiful 3 carat Marquise diamond ring with an assortment of ten side stones. Somehow after only a few months of casual wear, I lost the main diamond.
I was frantic and spent the next ten days and nights searching my entire split level loft apartment looking for this lost stone. Desperate, I looked and looked. You name it, I looked there. I ignored everything else even forgetting to feed my cats in the chaos. It became something of an obsession or a challenge akin to the proverbial needle in a haystack. I was determined to locate this missing main stone even if it took my sanity.
Alas, I could never locate it. On top of which, I had irritated my boyfriend to the point that he wished he had never given me the gift. What was I to do? I couldn't stop searching; I knew it had to be there somewhere. After ten days of this hell bent searching, I decided to forget it. The place was in disarray and I was extremely irritated based on my failure in the finding process.
Finally, I admitted that recovering my lost diamond was not worth losing my sanity so I grudgingly pulled out my vacuum cleaner and thoroughly vacuumed the entire living space both upstairs and down. I went so far as to get on my hands and knees making certain to vacuum those hard to reach areas under major appliances such as the refrigerator and stove. I did it to prevent myself from ever again entertaining that urge to search. I was over it.
That night I went to sleep and had the most bizarre dream. In my dream I awoke from having a dream. Weird, I agree. In my dream based on the other dream, I ran downstairs and looked under the refrigerator finding nothing, Immediately following the looking, I began vacuuming. Now this dream was somewhat of a replay. I ran downstairs into the kitchen got on my hands and knees and looked underneath the refrigerator. Guess what I saw. Of course, it was my diamond I had spent more than a week looking for. Now, sometimes dreams don't make a lot of sense and this is the part that fits the description. For some strange reason, after finding my diamond I got up and cut open my vacuum cleaner bag and began sifting threw the dirt. Next, I had a variety of strange problematic dream episodes before drifting off into a deep sleep. Somehow, while sleeping I told myself to remember the dream when I awoke so I could go and check the downstairs in a conscious state.
As soon as I woke up, I recalled the mental memo I had made to myself. Told my boyfriend about the dream hitting only the highlights. He suggested I go downstairs and look. After all he reminded me I had spent 10 days looking what is another five minutes? I declined the invitation and told him I had vacuumed everywhere to prevent the urge to search and wasn't going to look. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I ran downstairs got on my hands and knees and looked underneath the refrigerator. What did I find? My diamond just like in the dream of a dream but this time it was reality. I had found my diamond! What the hell? To this day, I can't imagine how I had a dream of a dream and then had the same event actually come true. Amazing! I still have the ring to this day along with the diamond main stone although the boyfriend is many times removed. I guess diamonds are forever! But boyfriends are not.
