Needed for new book: dream stories of deceased loved ones

[Mermaid]

I don't know if this is any help but I thought I'd post it here anyway.

Back story:
My mum committed suicide last year, I rarely dream about her (maybe twice since it happened 18 monthsish ago).
I see a therapist for my boarderline personality disorder, I have eating disorder issues and anxiety problems.

In my dream my therapist, mum and I were all together so that my mum could talk to my therapist. We all went up to a food bar to get lunch and I felt incredably anxious about making a choice and having to eat, especially infront of my therapist. I remember thing it was stupid that I was more worried about eating than the fact my dead mothers was talking to my therapist. My mum a terapist left me at the counter to sort out what I wanted while they went to sit down an chat. I go too scared and ran off, heading home. When I got home I was going to txt my mum and let her know that I had left and was sorry but I realised I deleated her number after she died. I asked my partner if she had the number but she didn't so I desided to leave a message with on my therapists phone so that they didn't worry or wonder where I was. As I was entering his number into my cellphone I got a txt from my mum. It had an angel in the back ground and all it said was "am I scaring you?". A chill went over my body and it felt really real, more real than the rest of the dream. I started to txt back "No, I love you and I need you mum" but I woke up, I'm unsure if I managed to send the txt before I woke.

[jibson_]

I've had a dream about my deceased father who in life, always tried to do whatever he could to please me. I dreamt that he was trying to take me out somewhere for dinner or for something special, just because he wanted to treat me to something nice because he loved me. He asked me about school and said thing's like how he's looking forward to my graduation and how he'll always be there for me, and I thought to myself "He doesn't realize that he's already died..." So I just went along with what he wanted.

[sinz717]

the first time i had a dream like this was a few years ago. it was about a month after my cousin's death, and a few months after my father's death. they were pretty close to the same age. in the dream i heard a noise outside so i went to a place in the kitchen where i could see out to the side yard and the back yard. i saw 2 men in white shirts walk past the kitchen window going toward the back yard... then i saw my cousin and my father standing outside the back door. they were both really angry-looking... my father looked almost evil. they started throwing hammers at the back window but they were bouncing off the screen... and then i woke up.

the next dream was a little more meaningful to me. i had had a horrible day... it was one of those days that was just so awful that i wanted to give up on everything. i took the GRE and didn't do nearly as well as i'd like to have done, so i was feeling like a total failure. i went to bed feeling just... defeated. in my dream i saw one of my old best friends. he said he'd come to take me north. we got into a stolen race car and started heading north... but the car ran out of gas. we got out of the car and were standing by the side of the road... it was getting dark and there was a forest all around us. he looked at me and said that it wasn't meant to be... and i immediately woke up. that friend of mine was murdered almost a year to the day before i had this dream. it was just a day or two difference.

[NovRain30]

My best friend was murdered 7 years ago. A week after she was buried I had a dream about her. In the dream we were in the old house as you could smell the musty smell that some older homes have. I remember seeing old paneling on the walls and the older tile floors that were white with black specs on them. I was standing in what seemed to be a sitting room with older furniture. I heard a knock coming from down the hallway. I turned and stood in the doorway motionless. My deceased best friend then opened the door at the end of the hallway and walked through. As she started walking towards me the hallway seemed to be getting longer and longer. I took a few steps towards her as I was in disbelief that she was physically there. I came to a stop by a room with the door wide open. I glanced to my left and saw a casket in the room. I looked at my best friend standing in front of me and she had this big ear to ear smile on her face that just seemed so peaceful. Without saying a word we both walked in the room next to us and walked up to her casket. I saw her body in the casket and immediately started crying. I turned to her as she was standing next to me looking with me and asked her why she had to leave, I told her that this was so unfair, that I didn't know what to do or how to handle her sudden death. I told her that my heart was empty and that I didn't know what to do without her. She told me "Don't worry, I'm okay now." She pointed to her body in the casket and said "That isn't me anymore. She said again, "That just isn't me, you have to understand, I'm at peace now." All I could do was cry, I remember sobbing hard. After finally catching my breath, which seemed like forever in my dream, she turned to walk out of the room and across the hallway to another door which was closed. I followed her. She opened the door and stood with her back to the doorframe to say her goodbyes as she always did in real life. She told me, "If you ever need me, all you have to do is just knock on the door." I asked her what is that supposed to mean, and she just smiled the most peaceful smile I've ever seen and repeated the same thing to me again, "If you ever need me, all you have to do is just knock on the door." With this she then turned and walked through the door and shut it behind her. I remember standing there staring at this closed door trying to figure out what had just happened and that is when I woke up. Up until this point, I had not been able to sleep very well and could not get the idea out of my head about if she had suffered or not. After the dream, I felt at peace and could actually breathe normally for once and was able to start getting some decent sleep. I told my other best friend about this dream right afterwards. We came to a conclusion that maybe it was her telling me that she was okay and at peace. Just this week, my other best friend informed me that she was watching a show that another girl was asking Sylvia Browne about the same exact dream I had. Ms. Browne informed her that it meant that she was with her friend when she crossed over. That her seeing her friend walk through the door meant she was seeing her cross over. The dream is still with me to this day as if it was just yesterday that it happened.

[Greece]

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[NikkisMom]

I have had several "dreams" about my deceased father. Usually, I know he is deceased, shouldn't be there, but don't really have any unusual encounter with him. I can't really see him, he doesn't talk..I just know he is there.

I have had 2 instances when I know my father came back to talk to me in through my dreams. Upon waking from these 2 dreams, I was OVERWHELMED with emotion and can't even explain it but KNEW that I had actually just talked to him.

#1. The day after my father was buried. As I slept, I went into a dream of being in the house we grew up in. I was in the upstairs bathroom and my father slowly opened the bathroom door. It had been 5 days since his passing, he looked horribly tired as if he hadn't slept in those 5 days. His eyes were bloodshot red. He put his arms out to me and I held him. My father had been sick with Parkinsons for the last 15 years of his life and his tremors would never have allowed him to hold me so tight. I said "Dad, you feel so strong." He replied, "I didn't know how sick I was until I got here." I could smell his scent and I could definately feel his skin. He asked me "How much trouble did I cause and where am I resting?" I told him that he had not caused any trouble and told him where we had buried him. I told him my mom and I had laid some flowers on his grave that very day, for the Thanksgiving holiday. He rolled his eyes and said "I never cared much for Thanksgiving but always enjoyed our Christmas party". He kissed me on the top of my head and hugged me very tight. He faded right out of my grip. When I woke up, I was sweating and balling my eyes out. I called my mother in the middle of the night and I was in complete shock. She confirmed that secrectly, my father never liked Thanksgiving because of a childhood memory but did, in fact, love the big family Christmas Party.

#2. My mother was complaining of a toothache for months. She swore she had a sinus infection. I kept asking her to see a dentist but her old school ways kept leading her to self-diagnose herself and keep taking sinus medication. My father, in my sleep, came to me again. I was entering a tall white building and when I walked in there stood my father looking HANDSOME and rested. No more tired or bloodshot eyes. I screamed "YES" and ran to him! He held me tight and told me "Your mother is sick and needs to see a doctor. She is not going to die but she needs a doctor." "Come take a walk with me." He said. As we started walking down this hallway, my niece appeared in my dream and screamed my name, my father disappeared right before my very eyes. I woke up, again, balling and overwhelmed with emotion for I felt I had actually just felt my father again. A couple of months later, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 sinus cancer. She survived and my father knew she would.

I know he spoke to me. There is a huge difference between dreaming of him deceased and actually speaking to him in my dreams. He has never come back to me but I always ask that he would.

Sharon

[lilcrumb033]

My boyfriend's father died, and you can easily say that he was my father-in-law. I usually have dreams about recently deceased people in my life. It seems to me like a way to say good-bye. Is it real? Or is it an emotional way for me to cope and for closure? He died at 55, so he was relatively young, and it came as a surprise despite his health problems. I prayed he would show up in a dream to someone to comfort them, particularly his children.

I went to sleep the night before his wake. I was exhausted by sadness and almost immediately fell asleep. I was in almost in a state of deep sleep, but not quite, because technically I was still awake. I started seeing him in a coffin, lifeless and peaceful, when suddenly he jumped up with a smile on his face and laughing.

I just about 10 feet in the air out of bed. I've never seen anything so real in a dream! I caught my breath and started laughing. He was always one to joke about things, and this was no exception. Was it real? No idea. It felt like it. I told my boyfriend and his sister and they smiled saying, "That was dad."

[dreamscape]

Hello Joan,

I am sure at this point you have more than enough dreams about loved ones to fill many books. But, I am new on this site and thought I would share my dreams with you anyway.

Just some insite: My father passed away on 11/22/05. It was a tragic accident that took his life. We had to have a closed casket do to the trauma to his head. In many ways I feel as if I have never had closure. Sometimes I think he is still alive and that it wasn't him who was killed in the accident. I was married on 09/08/06. My dad new I was getting married and he couldn't wait to walk his baby girl down the aisle.

The first dream came a few months after his funeral. Dream: It was the day after my wedding day. Guests were gathering in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I entered the room and saw everyone laughing and talking about what a great time they had. I was still in my wedding gown, my hair was intact, my make-up untouched and I felt wonderful. I sat down next to my mother and asked if she enjoyed herself. She said it was a bitter-sweet day and that she had an amazing time. At that moment I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye of a man. It was my Dad walking toward me, he looked so handsome in his tuxedo. I stood up, we touched hands, I looked him in the eyes and I asked, "How about you Daddy, did you have a good time at our wedding?". He replied, "I had a wonderful time and you look beautiful babydoll". (OK, I am getting a little choked up now.) Anyway, that was the dream, I woke up after we spoke to each other. It made me feel like that was his way of telling me he would be at my wedding.

Another dream I had was that I was at my parents house, the phone rang. I answered the phone and it was my dad.
I said, "Hello, dad is that you?".
He said, "Yes, it's me."
I said, "I knew you were alive, where are you?"
He said, "I am right here, I am here."
I said, "Where? They told me you were dead."
He said, "I am not dead, I am here with you."
I said, "But where dad, I want to see you, tell me where you are!"

The phone began to get static and I woke up. I have had this same dream more than once. He always tells me he is not dead. Obviously this dream has a great deal to do with the fact that I never had any closure with his death. I never had a chance to say goodbye, I love you.

Thank you for reading my stories. I wish you the best in your future book.
In love and light,
Stephanie

[ritahawkbrother]

I am a new member to this site and I've had several dreams of deceased persons recently. My brother died in 2002 and my husband in 2004. I will search my journals and send you whatever I can find in hopes it will help you with your new book.

Best wishes,
Ritahawkbrother

[mysteriousdreammer2005]

I have had many dreams withing the last 15 months when my mother passed. I have also had dreams about the deaths of country singer ledgend, Reba McEntire's band dying in a plane crash a week before it happened and same with NASCAR driver Dale Sr.

If you are interested send me a message.