A bit off topic, but I also have dreams that have their own dream history that continues over several IRL years
A bit off topic, but I also have dreams that have their own dream history that continues over several IRL years
Analysing it the presence of another person with his name and a certain set of expected routines..coming down the stairs, checking the front door is locked or not...would clearly have influenced the dream. And there may be a precognitive element too..my guest was already awake and i heard the kettle boiling in the kitchen, so walked in expecting to find him standing there, but he wasn't. The reverse of the dream scenario.
But still the sense of shock and acknowledgement that my brother had returned from unreturnable place struck me. The dead feature in my dreams regularly, but they're just stock characters in the plot, their being dead is never recognised or commented on. So this felt different.
It seems that he's around. Even if 'only' in your subconscious. And there is some comfort in knowing that.This morning it happened again! A second dream involving an emotional response to the unexpected appearance of my brother...with hard to disentangle elements of obvious triggers for the dream, existing knowledge and possibly a precognitive element.
I'll leave the preceding details of the dream to one side and just report that i was standing in my bedroom and the door opens and i turn awkwardly to see my brother there, as he looked in later life..he's apologising for the delay in handing me a birthday card (probable trigger: i hadn't been consciously thinking about it but im attending someone's 40th birthday party this evening). The card is stuffed with bank notes, though they're unusual in being old out of circulation notes ( prior to bed id been having an internal monologue about how lately the airbnb has been inexplicably busy...and how im not even thinking or caring about making a bit more money each time. But also how its like someone up there is ensuring i do make more money). But here we get to the "something more about this dream " part of it.
As he hands it to me he says "this is yours". I sarcastically say "yeah, I know" (as in of course its mine, you've just given it to me). But its only when i look at it i realise what he meant. It becomes evident that the card is one i had given him years earlier (in the dream not in real life), and printed inside is a school photo of the pair of us side by side as children. And im deeply moved by this.
Again i can see where that motif of the childhood photo in the birthday card may have from...there's a strong likelihood of such a card being given to the birthday boy this evening. But nonetheless it was my deceased brother turning up unexpectedly after an absence, in the real world environment of my home, and triggering a for me unusual emotional response inside a dream. Twice in one week.
By the time we came back past it was pouring down and everywhere was shut and I had no flowers, nothing to leave her. I know she no longer cares, but it makes me feel better to leave an offering kind of thing.
It's very tough when you're missing someone. Sometimes when I dream of someone who is dead, it makes me happy that I can talk to him/hersome very touching and sad stories, thank you all for sharing your experiences. I dreamed about my mum again last night, and like previous posters, there was this sense that she had 'come back' from somewhere and would have to return. I've had a really tough time lately and I feel she's keeping an eye on me! The dream that I posted upthread (about being dead myself) was one I had after I had been very low and considered taking all the tablets so I wouldn't have to feel this way anymore. It felt like the dream was a warning, kind of this is what will happen if you do that to yourself, and there's no coming back from there. I have since felt that life is a gift and I should live it as well as I can.
I have since felt that life is a gift and I should live it as well as I can.
some very touching and sad stories, thank you all for sharing your experiences. I dreamed about my mum again last night, and like previous posters, there was this sense that she had 'come back' from somewhere and would have to return. I've had a really tough time lately and I feel she's keeping an eye on me! The dream that I posted upthread (about being dead myself) was one I had after I had been very low and considered taking all the tablets so I wouldn't have to feel this way anymore. It felt like the dream was a warning, kind of this is what will happen if you do that to yourself, and there's no coming back from there. I have since felt that life is a gift and I should live it as well as I can.
May i direct the honorable member to this thread i posted a while back...Been having vivid dreams lately and forgot to post this because it's not hugely significant. But last week I had this dream where I can't remember the 'storyline' of it or what was actually going on, but all I remember is I was sat at a table with my family and my late, beloved dog (the dog that was 'The One' for me of all the dogs I've had, much as I love current dog) was sat on my knee and I was hugging her and felt so happy. I don't think it was a lucid dream. I didn't know she was dead, in the dream.
Just that, really. I don't think for a minute it was anything supernatural/paranormal. Just a dream. Maybe we'd been talking about her again - we do often. But it's rare for me to have a dream like that and when I woke, I felt so comforted, that I'd really been with her, even if for just 5 minutes.
May i direct the honorable member to this thread i posted a while back...
https://forums.forteana.org/index.php?threads/about-the-dog.63139/
It must be great to get reassurance from the deceased in your dreams, particularly those who have been close to you. Whilst I occasionally dream of people who have died, the dreams are always in a normal day to day setting.Usually, a day or so after I hear a friend dies I dream about them.
I heard my Mum's old boyfriend's brother died. That night I had a dream that it was summer, the sun was bright, the wind was cool. I was walking to the bus stop that was a little further away from my house. I heard him yell, "Hey girl!" like he always did when he was happy to see me. He stopped next to me on his bike and I stopped, too, and he told me many things that I didn't understand in English but could somehow feel their meaning. That was when it hit me. I said, "But Tom... Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
He replied with, "Yes. Yes, I am. And I've never been happier!"
He told me he was happy he didn't have to worry about financing his alcoholism and that he knew his son would make him proud. Said to keep my chin up and that he was glad to see me again.
Then I had another friend I heard died. I went to his wake at a church I used to attend. His wife died maybe a week or so beforehand in a nursing home. A couple nights later I dreamed that I was sitting with him, his wife, and a Catholic Priest at a picnic table having lunch in the middle of downtown, with tall buildings surrounding us. We were on a patch of a park. He had said a lot of things to me that I don't remember - but definitely felt, as I did with the prior dream.
When reality set in, I said, "But Tom..." His name was Tom, too, "...Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. And I've never been happier."
A few years later my Mum's old boyfriend, whom is the brother of the first Tom, died suddenly. I had a dream about him and I remember crying and hugging him tight, my face in his chest. "I miss you, man."
He replied, hugging me back, "Yes. Yes, I know."
Then the following Thursday my Mama(grandmother) died. I didn't have any dreams about her for a good few weeks. I do remember, though, growing up with her telling me that when Grandma Mary(who was full blooded Cherokee) died, she could feel the bed go down a bit as if she were sitting there, and rub her leg. After Mama died every now and then I feel my bed depress, a heavy, loving warmth come over me, her scent in the air, and I feel her rub my leg. I figure if I were to have children and grandchildren, when I pass I'll do the same for them.
The dreams I've had about Mama were good. She always gives me straight-forward advice. There was one dream I was in her apartment over there(she called it her Mansion of Rest), and she was taping balloons and streamers on the walls. I asked her what was going on. She said, "Your birthday is coming up and we're going to celebrate!"
Before all of this, my old bestie's mother died. I've had a few dreams about her, too. On the other side, she works at a diner with other servers. People who sit there receive food and drink until they figure out they're dead. Once they figure it out, the server talks with them and they typically decide to move on. One night I was with her, she said, "Honey, I'd love to spend eternity with you but this just isn't your time. It's time for you to go back."
I told my online friend about the diner. He told me after his brother died of cancer he saw him there at the diner wearing white and having white, glistening wings of an angel. Then his Mom died and he saw her there. His Dad died recently but there haven't been any reports.
What really gets me about this last story is that he described my old bestie's mother's appearance to a T without any description of her given on my end.
So, yeah, those are my adventures in in the afterlife in my dreams.
It must be great to get reassurance from the deceased in your dreams, particularly those who have been close to you. Whilst I occasionally dream of people who have died, the dreams are always in a normal day to day setting.
Usually, a day or so after I hear a friend dies I dream about them.
I heard my Mum's old boyfriend's brother died. That night I had a dream that it was summer, the sun was bright, the wind was cool. I was walking to the bus stop that was a little further away from my house. I heard him yell, "Hey girl!" like he always did when he was happy to see me. He stopped next to me on his bike and I stopped, too, and he told me many things that I didn't understand in English but could somehow feel their meaning. That was when it hit me. I said, "But Tom... Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
He replied with, "Yes. Yes, I am. And I've never been happier!"
He told me he was happy he didn't have to worry about financing his alcoholism and that he knew his son would make him proud. Said to keep my chin up and that he was glad to see me again.
Then I had another friend I heard died. I went to his wake at a church I used to attend. His wife died maybe a week or so beforehand in a nursing home. A couple nights later I dreamed that I was sitting with him, his wife, and a Catholic Priest at a picnic table having lunch in the middle of downtown, with tall buildings surrounding us. We were on a patch of a park. He had said a lot of things to me that I don't remember - but definitely felt, as I did with the prior dream.
When reality set in, I said, "But Tom..." His name was Tom, too, "...Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. And I've never been happier."
A few years later my Mum's old boyfriend, whom is the brother of the first Tom, died suddenly. I had a dream about him and I remember crying and hugging him tight, my face in his chest. "I miss you, man."
He replied, hugging me back, "Yes. Yes, I know."
Then the following Thursday my Mama(grandmother) died. I didn't have any dreams about her for a good few weeks. I do remember, though, growing up with her telling me that when Grandma Mary(who was full blooded Cherokee) died, she could feel the bed go down a bit as if she were sitting there, and rub her leg. After Mama died every now and then I feel my bed depress, a heavy, loving warmth come over me, her scent in the air, and I feel her rub my leg. I figure if I were to have children and grandchildren, when I pass I'll do the same for them.
The dreams I've had about Mama were good. She always gives me straight-forward advice. There was one dream I was in her apartment over there(she called it her Mansion of Rest), and she was taping balloons and streamers on the walls. I asked her what was going on. She said, "Your birthday is coming up and we're going to celebrate!"
Before all of this, my old bestie's mother died. I've had a few dreams about her, too. On the other side, she works at a diner with other servers. People who sit there receive food and drink until they figure out they're dead. Once they figure it out, the server talks with them and they typically decide to move on. One night I was with her, she said, "Honey, I'd love to spend eternity with you but this just isn't your time. It's time for you to go back."
I told my online friend about the diner. He told me after his brother died of cancer he saw him there at the diner wearing white and having white, glistening wings of an angel. Then his Mom died and he saw her there. His Dad died recently but there haven't been any reports.
What really gets me about this last story is that he described my old bestie's mother's appearance to a T without any description of her given on my end.
So, yeah, those are my adventures in in the afterlife in my dreams.
May i direct the honorable member to this thread i posted a while back...
https://forums.forteana.org/index.php?threads/about-the-dog.63139/
Wishing you peace and healing!Had a rather distressing dream last night in which I was looking for my mother and father, eventually I found them at my auntie's house. My mother was crying in my father's arms and I launched a bitter diatribe at her accusing her of "ruining this family" I was in tears myself at this point and I crashed out of the house and walked away in tears.
Beautiful accounts there, thank you, and welcome.
After a friend of mine died I dreamed of him and like you, accused him of being dead. He strenuously denied this and accused his girlfriend of spreading stories about him.
When my father died I dreamed he was at the funeral directors' while the family were present organising his send-off, which I told him seemed inappropriate. He responded by telling me he was 'all changed now', proving it by exhibiting his Action Man-like apparently sexless torso.
Comforting but silly.
Very odd. I bought my brother a birthday present which was to do with our father's profession, so maybe that's put him in the forefront of my mind, but it seemed that the dream was simply to reiterate that he was dead - although it was nice to be able to tell him again that I missed him.
In these dreams, I just see the person doing regular things, but it bothers me that others in the dream don't seem to realize they're dead. So I call them out and say "You're dead". Odd.
I wonder if sometimes it's just our brain checking in that we realise these people are still dead.
There are still moments when I do that kind of 'twitch' of 'must phone dad and let him know I saw....' although they are much more infrequent after eleven years, and, as the dreams of him are also less frequent, maybe there is a correlation. Because I'd been thinking of him when buying my brother's birthday present, perhaps my brain wanted to make sure that I knew he was still dead?