Dreaming Of The Dead

Sabresonic

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One man from Australia, Robert Bruce, who writes about astral projection says that when your consciousness travels on astral (or other) planes, memories have to be transferred to your physical brain on "re-entry,"( f you want to call it that). If you don't do that, you don't recall the journey. Even if such experiences and dreams are "all in your head," your brain still has to move short term memories into long term memory for you to recall things later. Short term memories come from working memory, which only lasts a few seconds. If you are interrupted or distracted before memories move from working memory to short term memory, those memories go "poof!"
Thats really interesting as i'm a quite distracted/dreamy type of bloke but often wonder you can have dreams of your passed life ( if it's true) and how to bring them on.
 

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Catseye maybe a lot of us are dreaming of deceased parents because we are all being told what to do by governments at the moment.
We have had our adult choices taken away and wait until we are told what to do next, just as we did when we were children.
I do like that idea, Iris. Not sure it applies in my case, as my life has largely been unaffected by Covid. I've worked right through and not really had to stop doing any of the things I did before (no noteable social life, exercise has continued uncurtailed as I live very rurally and, as I said, I've carried on working). So I've only tangentially been aware of the Governmental advice!
 

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There are a dozen threads this could go under, but this seems the most apt, title wise.

Just off the phone to a friend. A is South Asian. His uncle (by marriage) died a couple of days ago of Covid, only in his late 40s, which is not much older than A himself.

A tells me a week or two ago, on two nights in succession, his deceased nan (who had raised him) came to him in a dream telling him something, but he doesn't know what. More precisely on two successive nights he got up out of bed still in a semi-dream state, to go for a pee while still talking to himself. This woke his partner each time who wanted to know what he was doing. He replied "I'm talking to my nan. She's telling me something". "Talking about what?" "I don't know".

Two days later the aforementioned uncle was rushed to hospital, where as i say he has subsequently and tragically passed away.

The obvious sense and understanding is that the Nan was telling A of what was to come. (It may be relevant to elaborate that she had in fact, he tells me, lived with the uncle and his wife, her daughter)

But the story doesn't end there as last night the uncle appeared in A's dream and was distressed and frantic, not comprehending that he was dead - or perhaps being shocked and distraught by the realisation - and was pleading with A to "look after my kids".

There's not much more I can add to the tale, it is as told above. Except to note that while A accepts the first the dreams as being a genuine visitation from his grandmother, he's more prone to see the uncle one as a reflection of his own subconscious mind.
 
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24 hours later would you believe a second friend, with no connection to or knowledge of the first , reported another dream communication incident to me.

He was in fact replying to my account of an unrelated "psychic" dream experience of my own by showing me his own dream diary entry for last night.

Chris was an older lady best friend of his who died suddenly at a relatively young age a few months ago.
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He added "I could hear her voice so clearly in the dream. It was like she was actually still dead but she was communicating to me through this “device” it was really neat."
 

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Around six months after my dad died I had a very vivid dream about going to visit him in hospital – and like most of my dreams (or what I recall of them), it was pretty succinct.

In the dream we had been told by the hospital authorities that he probably only had a matter of hours to live, but as my brother enters the room in front of me he turns and says, 'You're not going to believe this!'

Lo and behold, my dad is up and dressed – buttoning the jacket on his smart suit. He has a quick look around the room, looks at us and says: 'Right, I'm ready to go now'.

This was actually a pretty accurate replay of a real event which took place around three years before he died, when he was first taken ill and we were told he possibly only had days to live. I'd raced all the way down from Scotland expecting him to be at death's door - only to find him bumbling around his room looking for his clothes: 'Thank goodness your here', he says - 'I've not had any breakfast...and some bugger's hidden my trousers.'

The suit seems somehow important. My dad had been an exceptionally handsome man - a veritable matinee idol in his army days - and a smart, if not expensive dresser; it distressed him that he couldn't keep himself up to the mark on his own in the last year or so of his life and needed our help to do so. (He stayed at home until the last couple of weeks of his life, but we had to help him a lot in those last months.)

I've always thought that dream was him, (or maybe just me) telling me that it was time to let go of the most recent memories and remember him as he really was, not as he had been at the end.

There was a second dream. This one more recent. And it starts with all the paraphernalia of a nightmare.

I am in a very large hangar type building – it’s clearly derelict or rarely used, it’s huge and dark and water is dripping from the rafters, and in the middle distance, illuminated by an inspection lamp, I can see a metal gurney with a shrouded body on top of it.

As I’ve said elsewhere on this forum, I seem to view my dreams from one remove; I am generally conscious when I’m dreaming that I am dreaming and have the ability to switch off and walk away – or at least tell myself that what I am seeing is not real. But in this case, although I went through that process of recognition, something made me carry it through.

I walk on and at some point, without any indication of movement, the body is no longer a body, but a figure sitting up on the gurney. And it’s my dad – only he looks like some sort of Indian guru; he’s sitting cross legged, half naked – a blanket wrapped around his loins, his hair is long, he’s got some sort of markings or maybe adornment around his upper chest (I can’t visualise exactly what now) and – of all things – he’s rolling a joint!

That’s it, really – almost an image rather than a narrative, but – despite the off putting nature of the set-dressing, I was left with a great sense of well-being and the overriding impression that I was being informed that everything was totally, totally cool.
 

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I am in a very large hangar type building – it’s clearly derelict or rarely used, it’s huge and dark and water is dripping from the rafters, and in the middle distance, illuminated by an inspection lamp, I can see a metal gurney with a shrouded body on top of it.
I have had a few dreams lately that featured hangars and other gigantic, warehouse-type buildings (and people/beings that seemed to be dignitaries?)
 

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I've been having very vivid dreams about my deceased grandma recently. They always have the same form - I'm visiting her at her house, the one she lived in for over 40 years (and not the retirement home she spent her last year in). In most of the dreams to now, she's been fast asleep and I've not had chance to speak to her. In the past couple, she's been awake and chatty (although sadly can't remember anything she says).

The weird thing is, I know she's already dead in each of my dreams, and her presence back in the world of the living is always only temporary. In my dreams, I'm thinking to myself how awful it is that she's on a time limit.

Nothing too odd with these dreams (although my mum and I have both had a dream, on the same night, of my grandma and her sister on a bus). My parents still recount a dream I shared when I was 3 / 4 (just after my grandad died) in which I was in a big old house with him, but he wouldn't talk to me (shock can do funny things).

The only other bit of loved one related weirdness I have, as far as dreams are concerned, is my sister having a vivid dream about my other grandma packing up her home and saying that she really must get going as she had somewhere to be... only to be woken with a call that my grandma had died.
 

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I dreamt about my nan last night, next month will mark twenty years since she died and it's only the second or third time I have dreamt about her. The first time was shortly after she died and it was such an awful dream that I don't want to go into the details, last night's dream was more neutral and involved her waiting around a bus.
By contrast my dad died in April and I have dreamt about him a few times.
 

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This reminded me of when I used to dream of my maternal grandmother. She babysat us kids a lot. My grandfather had died when I was 4 so she was on her own for many years. She would stay over night Christmas Eve's to celebrate Xmas mornings with us before she went to work. We could stop in and visit her anytime we liked. So I had a fairly close relationship with her.

In her 80's (83 or 84, not sure) she moved to a nursing home as she had numerous health issues. I did not enjoy visiting her as much because it just isn't the same as hanging out to laze on the sofa in her home. She also wasn't well some days and also had crystalized gout in her fingers which was very painful. I found it difficult to see her in pain and not feeling well. I do believe that grandma knew that I didn't enjoy the visits with her as much, but neither of us ever talked about it. She died in 1999.

So I can't remember how long these dreams went on for, but they were probably happening at least in the first year after her death. I would dream of her and wherever she was (ex. in a subway entrance trying to get up the stairs) she would get hurt. These dreams were very disturbing for me.

Finally one evening, as I lied in bed, I had a heart to heart talk with my grandma. I told her that I felt bad that I hadn't visited her as much as I had before she moved into nursing home and explained why. She said that she understood. This was a conversation that I had in my head, not a dream. I had a good cry and felt much better.

I never dreamt of her being hurt again. I have had other weird dreams of her after, but she was more a character in my dreams than my grandma.
 
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