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

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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

There are some truly beautiful stories here and I've had to get the tissues out for a fair few of them! I, personally believe that they are real visitations by our loved ones. Every day life is so full of 'stuff' that they would find it very difficult to get through to us, or we may be afraid to actually see them stood there, plain as day - so they use that time when we are asleep as a way to come through in a safe way.

OK - here's mine: (prepare yerself, it's a long 'un!)

My beautiful (maternal) Nanna Lilly died when I was 20 weeks pregnant with Elsa, and as I knew I was having a baby girl I had already decided that we would give her the middle name 'Lilly'. (My other grandmother was also called Lillian, so it was kind of like a double honour). I was absolutely devastated that she'd never get to meet her as she loved children and had a particular liking of my eldest daughter, Faye.

2 days after I had Elsa I came home from hospital and decided to have a couple of hours sleep on the bed (as I'd had about 3 hours in the last 3 days!), so my hubby looked after the kids while I had a sleep. I don't know how long I'd been asleep but I remember dreaming that I was at my parents house and my nan was sat at the top of the stairs with Faye and she said to Faye 'I love that song' and started singing "Sisters, sisters, never were there such devoted sisters" at which point she looked at me then my mum came in and she had to go... I woke up sobbing as I didn't want her to go. I phoned my mum to tell her what I'd just dreamt and we just both sat on the phone sobbing (God, I'm crying now! How much of a big girls' blouse am I?!) It was so totally real to me - like she'd visited to say that she approved and was glad that Faye got her sister (Faye had told me that I was pregnant before I even suspected that I was - and she told me that I was having a girl! Very strange as she was only 3 at the time and she, herself was an IVF baby as we were told we'd never be able to conceive naturally! ) A couple of days after that I noticed that the baby monitor that is sat next to my bed had the word 'sisters' written on the bottom of the screen!! I kid you not! I've not touched it since - I'll take a photo tomorrow (Elsa's asleep in there at the moment )

I believe that our loved ones visit us often, especially in difficult or special times and have different ways of letting us know that they're around. During our difficult times of infertility I'd often feel like there was someone in the room with me, even though I was alone and I was often subjected to 'alarms' at the weirdest times! After yet another negative pregnancy test, I cried myself to sleep one night and the smoke alarm started going off, for no reason - the battery had been changed a few weeks before, there was no smoke and no windows open, we took the battery out and it beeped a few times after that, but never did it again once we put it back together. A few weeks after that the house alarm went off in the middle of the night, even though it wasn't set and we couldn't turn it off! We had to get the ladder out at 2am to disconnect the alarm box During our IVF treatment, we were at the clinic and I had just had an op to have my eggs harvested, I was just coming round and the bloody fire alarm goes off!! I was dragged out, half dressed into the freezing cold to the assembly point, drugged up to the eyeballs! Later I asked what had happend and they said that they had no idea what had happend, there was no reason for it to go off! Luckily the IVF was successful and towards the end of my pregnancy we arranged to go and have a tour of the maternity unit but when we got to the door the fire alarm went off and they had to evacuate the unit!

So anyway - I personally believe that I'm surrounded by the people who loved and protected me in their lives and continue to love and protect me from the other side. As for your experience? Only you can say... but I think that you know the answer in your heart
[Edited 1/30/09 16:08pm]

There are some truly beautiful stories here and I've had to get the tissues out for a fair few of them! I, personally believe that they are real visitations by our loved ones. Every day life is so full of 'stuff' that they would find it very difficult to get through to us, or we may be afraid to actually see them stood there, plain as day - so they use that time when we are asleep as a way to come through in a safe way.

OK - here's mine: (prepare yerself, it's a long 'un!)

My beautiful (maternal) Nanna Lilly died when I was 20 weeks pregnant with Elsa, and as I knew I was having a baby girl I had already decided that we would give her the middle name 'Lilly'. (My other grandmother was also called Lillian, so it was kind of like a double honour). I was absolutely devastated that she'd never get to meet her as she loved children and had a particular liking of my eldest daughter, Faye.

2 days after I had Elsa I came home from hospital and decided to have a couple of hours sleep on the bed (as I'd had about 3 hours in the last 3 days!), so my hubby looked after the kids while I had a sleep. I don't know how long I'd been asleep but I remember dreaming that I was at my parents house and my nan was sat at the top of the stairs with Faye and she said to Faye 'I love that song' and started singing "Sisters, sisters, never were there such devoted sisters" at which point she looked at me then my mum came in and she had to go... I woke up sobbing as I didn't want her to go. I phoned my mum to tell her what I'd just dreamt and we just both sat on the phone sobbing (God, I'm crying now! How much of a big girls' blouse am I?!) It was so totally real to me - like she'd visited to say that she approved and was glad that Faye got her sister (Faye had told me that I was pregnant before I even suspected that I was - and she told me that I was having a girl! Very strange as she was only 3 at the time and she, herself was an IVF baby as we were told we'd never be able to conceive naturally! ) A couple of days after that I noticed that the baby monitor that is sat next to my bed had the word 'sisters' written on the bottom of the screen!! I kid you not! I've not touched it since - I'll take a photo tomorrow (Elsa's asleep in there at the moment )

I believe that our loved ones visit us often, especially in difficult or special times and have different ways of letting us know that they're around. During our difficult times of infertility I'd often feel like there was someone in the room with me, even though I was alone and I was often subjected to 'alarms' at the weirdest times! After yet another negative pregnancy test, I cried myself to sleep one night and the smoke alarm started going off, for no reason - the battery had been changed a few weeks before, there was no smoke and no windows open, we took the battery out and it beeped a few times after that, but never did it again once we put it back together. A few weeks after that the house alarm went off in the middle of the night, even though it wasn't set and we couldn't turn it off! We had to get the ladder out at 2am to disconnect the alarm box During our IVF treatment, we were at the clinic and I had just had an op to have my eggs harvested, I was just coming round and the bloody fire alarm goes off!! I was dragged out, half dressed into the freezing cold to the assembly point, drugged up to the eyeballs! Later I asked what had happend and they said that they had no idea what had happend, there was no reason for it to go off! Luckily the IVF was successful and towards the end of my pregnancy we arranged to go and have a tour of the maternity unit but when we got to the door the fire alarm went off and they had to evacuate the unit!

So anyway - I personally believe that I'm surrounded by the people who loved and protected me in their lives and continue to love and protect me from the other side. As for your experience? Only you can say... but I think that you know the answer in your heart
[Edited 1/30/09 16:08pm]

So another strange ass thing happened lastnight. I was driving in my car by myself, which I do often now just to think. I turned down the volume of the radio and started talking to my dad out loud about things that are happening within the family, you know, all the screwed up problems with relatives. My mother has been particularly mean spirited toward me, as she has always been a little envious of my relationship with my dad. She actually said "You always loved your father more than you did me" as if to accuse me of something bad. I was like ANNNNND?!

Anyway....as soon as I was done I turned the radio back up just to hear two lines from that Staind song "It's Been Awhile".

"I cannot blame this on my father, he did the best he could for me"



Weird!!!!!

GetAwayFromMe said:

Does your mom now know that she gave birth to Karla?