My Mom and Dad passed away in 1997, they never met my 2 youngest daughters. Sometimes I dream my Mom sitting on our front porch watching my girls play in the yard, sometimes I even have the privilege to "hear" her voice again. Priceless times in my dreams...

I still dream about my dad who passed away in 1993 and about my aunt who was like my mom to be who died in 1990 quite a lot. But I never had a dream when I had the impression they were visiting me. If I had one I guess it would have been quite scary for me. I remember some dreams when I asked them why they were here as they are dead and cannot be there. These dreams were very emotional to me.

johnart said:

Not silly at all. I talk to my dad's picture all the time!

PaisleyPark5083 said:

I had an experience like that two weeks ago. I was uh, disagreeing with my husband, and I admit, I got a little irate. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I heard "Shhhhh" really loudly, and I swear it sounded like him.

I kinda sat there like

GetAwayFromMe said:

I think there are people who dont dream at all..its rare but i think it true.

I have dreamed about the same thing for several months at a time.
I have had the same nightmare over and over again for weeks at a time.
dreams are crazy

I'm sorry to hear about your loss.

Not everyone believes in this, (and if you don't it's fine) but me personally I believe a spirit that passed on can visit you in a dream to bring you a message or tell you something. It doesn't always have to be the case and not every dream has some deep message or meaning behind it, but I do believe it's possible. I've had that before too and although it confused me, at the same time it brought me some comfort. Hopefully it can do that for you.

Sorry for your loss Hopefully the dream will bring
you some comfort and resolution eventually, as I think it was meant to do.
The fact that he looked good in your dream should tell you much.

GetAwayFromMe said:

Sweet beautiful Karla, don't dismiss this.

My grandmother passed in 1995. At the time I had just come out of my abusive relationship so when my mother called to tell me the news. I had zero reaction and felt nothing. This, of course, was my coping mechanism. I didn't have the luxury of having any feelings over it. I was in survival mode. I had just come from hell and wasn't ready to deal with it.

I was closest to her of all the grandkids. I really didn’t mourn her death until about 5 years after she passed. I was alone one day in my new apartment and got to thinking about her and began to cry and once I started I couldn't stop. I just cried and cried, uncontrollably really, telling her how sorry I was that I did not cry when she died. I let all that emotion come out and in a way it healed me.

Not too long after I had that experience, I started dreaming about her. Very vivid dreams. One dream I had was that I was walking towards a mortuary on my way to a family members funeral. In real life, this person did not even exist and there was no parallel death to compare it too. But in the dream I was re-living this funeral. Like going back in time to it.

As I was walking towards the funeral home I knew that I had done this before and I kept walking. All of a sudden, it dawned on me….. wait!, if I’m attending this funeral, that means that my Grandma Hazel is alive!! With that knowledge I ran. As I got closer to the home I saw my grandmother walking out of the building. I couldn't believe it. I just ran to her and hugged her and told her that I missed her. She said “Silly, why would you miss me? I’m right here”

Then I had another dream involving my great aunt, whom I was also very close to. She passed a couple years after my grandmother. In this dream I went to the backyard of my mom’s house and saw waves crashing up against the wall that normally separates our backyard from some industrial buildings. I knew there was no way that waves could be crashing up, but there they were. I though Oh my God, we had a flood! I ran to the wall and climbed up on the doghouse we had and peeked over.

Sure enough, there was water as far as you can see but it was not a flood but the ocean. In the waves I saw my great aunt. My Aunt Esther was the most joyful person I have ever known. She was always smiling, giggling and laughing. When I saw her in those waves I got scared for her safety but just like Aunt Esther there she was just laughing and smiling as she bobbed up and down in the water I jumped down into the water and helped her ashore. I cried and hugged and hugged her and told her that I missed her and she said the same thing my grandmother said in that other dream. “Silly, I’m right here, why would you miss me?”

Don’t know how much of a time span in between those dreams and this one but this dream..... It was one of those dreams that seems more real than real life

I was walking down my grandma’s old street when she lived here in California (she moved to Arkansas when I was 12) So I’m walking down her old street and it is completely deserted. There was the eeriest silence. There was no sound, other than me walking towards her house. There were no cars driving on distant streets. There were no kids playing nearby. There weren’t even any birds. Imagine no chirps in the middle of the day. It was very strange. There was absolutely no sound, it was a complete vacuum, the only thing audible are my steps, my heartbeat and breathing.

I came upon her old house and thought I’d go up and ask the people that lived there if I could come in for a few minutes to reminisce. I walked up to the door and noticed it was open a tiny bit. I knocked and nobody answered. I peeked through the crack into the living room and noticed that the living room was empty. I walk in. There must be nobody living there because it’s completely empty. No furniture, no pictures, nothing. I call out and nobody answers.

I start going from room to room and just remembering things and how much fun I had there. How much love used to be there. I went to her old room where she used to do her arts and crafts and that door was ajar about an inch. Through the crack I could see that it wasn’t empty like the rest of the house but it was furnished with all her old stuff. When I pushed the door open, right in the middle of the room stood my grandma. I instantly burst into tears and I ran to her and clutched her tight, telling her I loved her and that I missed her.

She told me the same thing: “Silly why would you miss me, I’m right here with you” and she touched my heart with her hand, Then the most incredible thing happened…………….I smelled her. It was her exact scent. As soon as I smelled her I bolted out of my sleep. It was so shocking. I had been crying in my sleep because my face and eyes were wet from tears and for a few fleeting seconds after I awoke I could still smell her.....



I totally believe in visitations like the one you have. I thoroughly believe your father came to you. He'll come again I'm glad you're open to receive it

Sure, my deceased parents show up all the time, especially my dad. But they never talk.

CarrieLee said:

That is an AWESOME story!

GetAwayFromMe said:

I believe it was your father and God telling you everything is OK.

Yes I've had dreams of relatives that have passed on and come to me.

The only dream I disliked was my former boss passed away not long after I joined another firm. He was a horrible abusive man and as a result employees would leave his employ and work elsewhere.

Soon after he passed away he came to me in a dream. He and I were in the office and he walked off into his office with a big smile on his face and all happy.

And like Mach said, feel whatever you feel about this. If you feel it's your mind making sense of what happen sobeit. If you feel it's a visitation, sobethat. And you are free to change your mind either way. I believe though

Oh yes...I still have them about my dad (he passed away in 1997) and my sister (passed away in 2007) and recently had one of my dear uncle who passed away last June. My aunt passed away in November and a friend of mine in October - I'm wondering when I'll dreams of them, too.

applekisses said:

I haven't dreamed of Lisa yet. Kind of surprised about that. I wonder how much of this has to do with the meditations I do on my garden....

Purpracer2 said:

i had one where i was at a gathering in a park-like area with tables..
i walked up to this white building,and there were tables covered with table cloths,people setting out food and drink.i saw my grandma,who seemed happy to see me,an uncle, my grandpa,and the grandpa i had never met..i saw people that seemed like they were familiar,like i had seen them in pictures,or had a vauge memory of..everyone wore clothes that sparkled,in a single solid color..there were different colors,but whatever color it was,it was solid.(my clothes sparkled,i had on white)
my uncle and grandpas went into the building,and in a minute or so,came out with my dad..i asked him what are you doing here? he said,'none of that matters,bugs'(his nickname for me)all that's past no longer matters' i stayed for a few minutes more when my grandma came and told me, 'it's time for you to go,you cannot eat this food.i love you.say goodbye,little liz'.
i did and started walking away,around the building.the sky turned gray,the grass turned to snow,and i found my self waking along an alley.i looked up and saw a familiar fire escape,and building.the building where my dad rented a room...
i woke up and looked at the clock,and it said, 2:53a.m.
later that evening,my mom came to my door(she has rarely come to my house)
i opened the door and asked her who died.as soon as i said it, i knew..
on the morning of Dec. 24,1993..
at (est.) 2:48a.m. my dad...
i had typed a more detailed version,but i couldn't get it to post
and had to start over
i guess it was too much info about...???

Wow! I wonder what would have happened had you eaten the food.

GetAwayFromMe said:

that's where many get stuck..i look at it as no one,not even myself,can say
it is or it isn't..you dreamed of this for a reason
take a slow deep breath while you think about the event...

Six weeks after my father died, I had a dream/a vision/whatever you want to call it. I had been horribly concerned about where he went after he died.
This was the hardest death I'd ever gone through and I cried every day for those six weeks(however, I wasn't able to at his funeral). Anyway, he came
to me in a ball of light down our hallway and came right up in front of my face while I was in bed. I never saw him, but I knew this light was him,
and it was like a telepathic message from him where he "told" me he was fine/happy and not to worry anymore. Then the light just disappeared.

To this day I don't know if I was awake or asleep...all I can say is that it was so real that it seemed like I was awake, and I stayed awake for a while
after the vision was over.

I was frightened, in awe, and at the same time I felt a peace that I have never felt before or since. I knew Dad was OK....in a better place so to speak.

That whole experience was so profound for me....at that moment I knew for certain that our spirits live on....there is absolutely no doubt in my mind.

obsessed said:

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

i've always wondered that..does anyone remember any actual food in their dreams?? i've heard many stories like this,but i don't remember a mention of food..
i didn't really want to know..
when grandma says don't, you don't
maybe i wouldn't have been allowed to leave,i would've had to stay..
i dream of my grandma the most..she is always accompanied by my nephew,
who died at 5 weeks..even though he would have been 9 this past Dec.,
in there he's like 3 or 4..
i left out a statement about why i think he's only four because the two times
i tried to post it with it in there,it didn't post..
just like the first time i typed the story 'bout my dad..it didn't post

RodeoSchro said:

It's absolutely beautiful, isn't it?

I can't recall ever dreaming of a deceased loved one, but I've at times wished I could.

My grandfather was one of the greatest men to walk the planet as far as I'm concerned. He died when I was so young. I've wished for decades to have a conversation with him again... if only in my dreams.

Lammastide said:

do you remember what he looks like? Maybe he came to you and you didn't know

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

I have only memories and one very grainy photo. But, yes, I like to think on some level he's always with me.

Yes, I have had dreams of my grandmother and grandfather, who are now gone (both paternal and maternal).

i've only ever had one dream about someone i knew that died and that was
a dream about my first dog who was poisoned.

but like all my dreams it was so bizarre that i don't really know what i
was supposed to take from it:

i was sitting in a huge field at a beautifully laid out table and on my
right side sat shelly and across me sat byron.

on the right side above us hovered the hindenberg and from far across the
field a german jeep with WWII soldiers came racing toward us in a great
big cloud of dust.

when the germans got to us they put a field telephone on the table and i
had to talk to count zeppelin on the phone asking for instructions as the
germans tried to pull the hindenberg down by clutching onto the ropes
hanging down from it's sides.

zeppelin didn't listen to me and just yelled and yelled so hard that at
one point the receiver at my end broke. byron sat rocking in his chair
and said "sad old cat, he's such a joke".

at this point my dog jumped off shelley's lap and started barking at the
germans hanging onto the hindenberg. the germans got very upset and they
threatened to shoot him. at which point byron poured a flute full of krug
champagne and let my dog drink it.

he drank the entire glass and jumped onto the table where he fell asleep
right when the hindenberg exploded and came down into the field. we sat
watching the burning remains together with the germans who kept saying to
me "der Hund ist Klug, der Hund ist sehr Klug" then they tried to buy him
off me and i kept saying no and took him onto my lap to make sure they
couldn't just snatch him.

he woke up and just lay in my arms with me talking to him and stroking
his back. then after a while byron took the dog from me gently and said
to me "we're not supposed to be here, we have to go. say goodbye to your
old friend Raisins" and with that they just walked off.

my dog had a different name but since that night i can only think of him
as "Raisins".

IstenSzek said:

geez!

These are great stories. I'm hopeful to see him again, but I wish that it would last longer.

Not in my dreams ....but I did pass out in the hospital shower after having Tyryn and I felt like I was with and talking to my deceased Nana .....I remember not wanting to wake up because it felt so nice ...damn pushy nurses