Needed for new book: dream stories of deceased loved ones

[eman]

I had a dream last night about my dad who passed away 6 years ago. The dream started with me watching one of my favourite bands playing with some friends, we had to move closer to the band to get a better view. Next thing I was actually playing in the band and I knew my dad was playing with me! (he and I were/are both musicians). Later I was out in the country in a barn near where I used to live with my mother and brother, as well as my dad. My brother and Mother and I were all standing on the ground, but my dad was standing on a wooden platform, so he was higher than the rest of us. It then came to be understood by all of us that this represented dad being on another dimension of existence. I became upset at this but my brother explained that it was actually a good thing that we could communicate accross dimensions. Realising the amazing reality of this, I became embarrased that I didn't know what to say to dad, I looked up at him and he began to rise higher towards the ceiling. An injury that was on his head (he died of a brain tumour) dissapeared as he rose, finally I said "that was a good jam we had earlier aye dad?". "yeah," he replied, "that was a bad-ass jam".

The dream changed from here. If you'd like to use the story in your book email me at emaneralus@hotmail.com
thankyou,
Emanuel.

[leelajacks]

By a very strange turn of events I ended up heading for Oahu with my brand new mother -in- law and without my husband for a nephews birth. I was anxious about going. My mother was furious I was going. A few nights before I left, I had the oddest dream. My Grandpa, who passed away almost 20 yrs ago, stood before me, and took a flower lei and placed it around my neck. The feeling in the dream was one of great significance and a handing down of sorts. But I was tempted to dismiss it by the turmoil that surrounded my travel plans.

Later, every night in Waikiki I couldn't shake this feeling of my Grandpa' s presence. So much so, that I called my Grandmother and told her about my dream and feeling.

She was very moved and told me that my Grandpa- who I always new was in WW11-was on an aircraft carrier that left Oahu the day before Pearl Harbor. His vessel was famously and heavily bombed soonafter--The Purple Heart I always saw in his office, the young men in some of the photographs, were all tied to Hawaii. Many of his good friends died. They had visited Oahu later in their lives and Waikiki was a favourite and very meaningful place for my Grandpa.
When I visited Pearl Harbor I was overwhelmed. The sense of connection I felt to my Grandfather from the dream and conversation with my Grandma helped me to be there for my mother in law when my nephew was born with a serious birth defect requiring surgeries the length of our visit.

[Lightbringer]

My dream is that I was talking to family memebers and my auntie is there. I feel so happy that she is there and her husbands appears to be back to his normal self and life seems to be bright. Then it dawns on me that she is dead and when I turn and asks her if she is dead, she replies yes and looks very sad. I feel like my heart is breaking and I don`t want to wake because if i do I know she will not be there and the emptiness that she left will be there to greet me. She seems to understands this but smiles in a way that says everthing will be ok. When I wake I am already crying I know she is no longer there and my heart is breaking. I have dreamt these dreams about two family members.

[newlymarried]

My grandmother passed away Sept. 21 of 2007 due to breast cancer. We were very close, she was more like my mother than grandmother and I had and still have the upmost respect for her and my grandfather. To me, there are no more special people on this earth than the two of them. All I have ever hoped is that one day I will have the type of relationship and the type of love they do.

At the time of my grandmother's passing I had just found out I was expecting my third child. She had been very sick and I knew how she worries so I decided to just keep it to myself for the time being. I didn't even expect her to die, she was always so strong. I just knew she didn't need the added worry. I had kinda stayed away from her house for a while because I knew she needed her rest, but I still did visit her as I could but it was hard. She was hearing and seeing people that weren't there as well as being sick and I didn't think I could see her like that. Then she went on hospice, two days later a coma, and during the second day of coma she passed. That whole time I stayed with her, I even slept in the same bed. The day she passed I had gone to town to get the family some food, tacos to be exact. When my husband and I returned I did not go and check on her because the family said that there was no change. As I took my first bite of food my mother came into the room and told us she just passed. Choking on my taco, my grandfather and I jumped up and ran to her side crying. I felt so guilty I should have been there to hold her hand. I lied on the bed holding her and crying until the people came to remove her body.

After that I waited and waited for her to come to me, in a vision, dream, as a ghost, anything. Nothing happened. Then I had my daughter on March 8 of this year. I named her Marissa Pauline, Pauline after my grandmother. While in the delivery room the medication wasn't working. I was in awful pain, but half loopy and I saw her standing to my right side, by my head. Just standing there watching me.

Then the first night we were home with Marissa. I am not sure if I was awake or asleep. To me it kida feels like I was in between. I was just laying there with my eyes closed and I smelled her perfume (more like a after shower body splash) and I heard her voice telling me that I was going to be okay and that she was proud of Marissa.

The next morning my husband told me that he had seen her by the baby's bed that sits next to my side of the bed. He said that he saw her standing at the head of the bed looking down on her and smiling. Then she bent over, kissed her, looked at him and smiled, and disappeared.

Is this a coincidence that we both "dreamed" of this the same night or did she visit us in our dreams to tell us she was proud of this new little baby girl as well as to let me know that I should be strong and make it. Whether it was "her" or not I am very lucky to have had this "dream" as it helped bring me out of the deep saddness and regret I had been feeling since Sept..

I welcome her any time she wishes to visit, through a dream or otherwise.

[tanyak1962]

In my dreams I see them. They look normal but frustrated or lost. Recently, I was dreaming about a woman that was standing on the other side of a stairway. She looked at me then crossed over to me and grabbed my arm. I said, "Your dead arn't you?" She didn't respond but looked down the stairway. I said, "No, I'm not going down there?" and I woke up.
Feburary 2007 my Step mother passed away. Later, I had a dream that I was walking in the hospital. She was walking towards me in a hospital gown. She was looking down and when she reached me she looked up. I told her Dad was in that room. I pointed at Dad sitting on a hospital bed looking out a large plate glass window.
June 2005 My brother passed away. A few months later I had a dream that I was in this large white house. There was a fire burning in the fire place and it spread to the outside of the house. I went outside and watched the Firemen. (My brother was a fireman) I saw my brother holding the hose. He turned around and looked at me. He starting walking towards me. Then he hugged me so hard. I said,"I miss you sooo much." I woke up.

I have several dreams like these.. It's always regarding a dead person. I am not sure who to talk to about my dreams.
Thanks
Tanya

[livinglife]

My best friend died on April 8, 2008. It seems that at the time shortly before his death, he knew that something bad was going on with him. His father had died on September 20, 2007 and he was the one that found his father dead. He called me for the first time ever in his life on my birthday, March 28, 2008. It was about 4 am and he was really intoxicated on pain killers when he placed the call. We talked for about an hour on the phone and through his garbled language I knew that he was scared about April 7, 2008 and for whatever reason he wanted me to be there with him. We lived about four hours away from each other, but I promised him that I would try to make it to our hometown that following weekend and that everything was going to be fine. I was home that weekend, but I was not expecting it to be for his funeral.
Last night was the first dream that I have had about him since he died. The dream seemed to last over a several day time period, or maybe just in different phases, I am not too sure. It started out somewhere; I am not sure of the location, but myself and some of our other friends and his family members were all there and we were looking down at him while he was lying in the coffin. During this time I was focused on his face, and apparantly while I was looking at him, everyone else disappeared from the room where his coffin and I were at. Once I realized that it was just me and him laying in the coffin, I closed my eyes and started talking to him in my head, which is what I have done since he died. I opened my eyes to rub his cheek, and at once, he opened his eyes. I thought it was because the funeral home had forgotten to sew them shut, and I was in awe because his eyes were brown instead of bright blue, like they were in life. He began to brush himself off and started to climb out of the coffin. I was so shocked I couldn't say anything to him; I was just stammering words.
The next part of the dream was at his home, where he died. He was in his bedroom, and for whatever reason his family knew he was in his bedroom, but they also knew they could not talk to him. I am not sure if they thought he was still dead or just sleeping, but they knew he was in there. Over the course of several days I would go to his room as much as possible, but there were constant interuptions from his family members wanting me to go and talk to them. I was able to sneak off two or three times over the course of the dream to visit with him. When I would come into his room, I would always go up to him and kneel down beside his bed. It always looked like he was sleeping, but he would wake up when I came in and he was always covered in sweat. I had a million questions I wanted to ask him, but for some reason the only conversation we ever had was him asking me if I loved him more now that he was dead than I did when he was alive. I told him that that was not the case at all, but I had realized after his death that me and him probably should have tried the relationship we always talked about trying to have in life moreso than I did when he was alive. Basically I tried to convey to him that I had always loved him, but I was confused and scared to have a relationship with him when he was alive because of so many things that had happened in our past, and I was unaware of how much he really had loved me during his life. The rest of the time that we spent together we were hugging and laying on his bed watching television. At one point, I had gone into his room because the rest of his family had left the home for whatever reason and I knew that this would be my chance to spend time with him uninterrupted. This time we did not speak, but he kissed me. About as soon as he began to kiss me, his other relatives were returning home, and he did not want them to know that he was able to talk or open his eyes or anything like that, so he told me to go hide somewhere. I got into his closet and laid on the floor. He got off of his bed and came into the closet to put on a t-shirt, and then he exited the closet. He left the closet door open, leaving me exposed to the rest of the family to find me, but I have no idea where he went after this. He grandfather came into the bedroom and walked around, and placed something that was in a large plastic bag into the room somewhere, he then saw me laying on the closet floor, and he just smiled at me, but he didn't say anything to me. At this point, my phone rang and I was awakened.
I have lost many people and loved ones during my life, but after he died I almost felt like I lost a husband, even though we were never in a relationship together, I guess because he was my best friend; we grew up together. I have no idea what these dreams mean, nor do I usually ever remember my dreams at all. Lately I have been dreaming a lot more, but I just moved to the Northeast from the South, so I am assuming my new location could have something to do with me having more dreams. The dreams I have had in previous nights were really random and did not make much sense at all to me, and they had nothing to do with my friend that died, until last night.
It is really hard to talk about his death with anyone, especially living up here. I am very close with his family and I talk to them almost on a daily basis, and I write his little brother weekly letters to try to keep him from going down the same path my friend did. I love talking to them, but I can not talk to them about his death because I am always listening to them talk about it and how they feel and whatnot. I hope no one thinks I am crazy posting this, but it feels better writting about it at least.

[spyrogirlkim]

This was really my 16 year old daughters dream but she told me about it. She said it started off her and I were going for a plane ride just for fun we were going anywhere just a trip over the town,The plane flew low just over the trees.As we were flying she looked out the window and was watching the trees turned to say something to me but I was having a conversation with my friend Candy.My daughter says this seemed normal till she remembered my friend had just passed away(my friend was young and died of cancer)My daughter said in the dream after she remembered Candy was dead she just watched us for a few turned and the plane was going down.We got out of the plane and My friend and I diasapeared into the fog.End of the dream
This had my shook up because our last conversation(Candy's and mine )Was 2 weeks before she died neither of us relized her time was up and we had made plans to go walking(Neither of us can walk well medical trouble stops both of us) but in my daughters dream we both seemed to be able to walk fine no pain for either of us.Whats up with that?

[kimba6138]

My dad & I were close. About 7-8 months after he passed away, he came to me in a dream with a message for me. It was weird that when I saw him in the dream, he looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s. When I told my friend about this, she said when people pass away they take on the age they felt their best - my dad started having health problems in his 40s, so who knows?

I would be happy to provide more details if you contact me via e-mail - i would rather not post the details on the web site.

Thanks,
Kim

[exorbitantego]

I'd love to help you, but unfortunately,
the only deceased loved one of mine that I know of is a cat.
He has shown up in my dreams, but I can't remember them.

My brother, who has moved away with the military to another country,
has shown up in my dreams,
normally being playful and happy,
but he's not deceased.

[Gilda]

I am so sorry but I posted about my dream and my late father before I read this sticky.

I posted in "Dream Interpretations" and perhaps it is the sort of thing you had in mind ?

What interested me about this dream is that, sometimes of course, dreams can be memories or extensions of memories. However I saw my father so very clearly in clothing that he would never have had occasion to wear in "real" life and the location of the dream is somewhere that no one in my family or friends would have ever visited or had any connection with. In fact, it would probably take me some time to find Hawaii on a map.

I had such a good feeling about the dream that it seemed particularly significant.