Needed for new book: dream stories of deceased loved ones

[EffieH]

I had a dream once where my grandfather had called our family together for a meeting -- we were at a nice park around a cozy campfire and all sitting around the fire talking and enjoying each other's company -- my grandfather was my mother's father and we had always loved getting together with her sister and brother and my aunts and uncles and cousins and we would talk and have such a good time. In the dream my grandfather was standing up and had his arm around my mother's younger brother's shoulders -- he was telling us that my uncle was going to be coming with him, and we were all there to tell my uncle goodbye. But it wasn't a sad farewell, we were all so happy and happy to be all together again and happy that my uncle was going away with grandpa. When I woke up the next morning I remembered the dream and remember thinking that it was kind of strange because my grandfather had passed away a few years earlier, and I couldn't help but think the dream was significant in some way, but I couldn't figure out what that might be.

A few days later my mother called me -- she said that something had happened a few days earlier and she hadn't wanted to alarm me at the time, but that my uncle had had a heart attack and actually died, but that the doctors managed to bring him back again. The night that he had "died" was the SAME night I had the dream where my grandfather told us my uncle was going away with him!

My uncle ended up having cancer and actually did die a couple of years later, and since then my mother and her sister have passed away, but I always remember that dream with my grandfather and us all together again, and have felt extremely comforted by it.

[joeynkristin]

... I dont know if this one will help, since its about a desiced dog, but the dream ment alot to me....
the dream started off with me trying to sell my old house, but when i walked in to show the potential buyers my house, it was exactly as i left it, as if i had never moved out, all my fruniture and everything was still there and i couldnt remember why because i knoew i had already moved everything out, as i was looking around the house i saw my old dog "seven", (who had died a couple years prior to moving out to that house) and i just couldnt figure out why she was there. Seven was an amazing german shepard dobermin pincher mix who had been with us since i was about 5 yrs old, (i am currently 18). Before seven died she got real swollen and sick. she wasnt the same dog we had know throught the years, but in the dream she was a puppy, the dog i had always know and love, in the dream she ran up to me jumping into my lap and licking my face. When i woke up i felt so good knowing seven was in a place where she was as healthy and happy instead of sick like right before she died..... dont know if this helps

[kj41]

My 9 year old daughter woke last night in tears because she said that she "saw Pap Pap" in her dreams. Her "Pap Pap" was her great grandfather, age 85, who died Sept 17, 2009, one day before his birthday.

Dream Background:

Morgan goes to a catholic school is a small town in Pennsylvania.. A family friend transports her from school to her Great Grandparents house (Gram and Pap Pap) 2-3 days a week for after school sitting until her mom and dad get home from work.

"Pap Pap" was diagnosed with Lung Cancer 5 years ago and was home to greet her from his Lazy Boy Chair every day.

The dream:

Ms. Suzy, family friend, dropped me off in front of Gram's house, I walked up the side of the house because I heard someone in the back yard. When I turned the corner I saw Pap planting a tree. He looked to me and said "Hey Babe, Welcome Home". (this is the same way he greeted her every day she got dropped off, for 9 years of her life).
I dropped my book bag and ran to give hem a big hug.


Morgan doesn't remember any more of a conversation with him because the conversation was interrupted by the neighbors dog barking. That dog always gets excited to see people so I guess the dog spotted "Pap" at the same time Morgan did. Morgan remembers Pap yelling to the dog to "shut up" and then the dream was over.

Morgan and her great grandfather were very close.. He was very much of her life... The two of them saw each other 4 --5 days a week. Although his death was not unexpected it was still very hard to see him go.

[AshelyLegere]

I wrote this as if I was explaining to the person I was dreaming about. Any insight would be appriciated as I feel unsettled by this whole ordeal. I have never had a dream like this before, and here is some background on this person. We lived next door for 25 years. He was 10 years older than I am (I'm 26) and he died of cancer last year. That's it. Our history was sorted, we didn't have a romantic involvement. He was like a brother to me...please...help me.

You were there, dead, I knew you were dead but you were tangible. It took me by such surprise I couldn’t squeeze out tears of joy nor sorrow. It looked like you, and it was. It really was you. I asked if I was the only one who could see you, you said “no” but you were in fact…dead. I told you how much I loved you and was cautious in talking to you in public so that no one would think I was talking to myself. It was so vivid that I remember sitting in a chair at a table in a bar or restaurant and putting my elbow on the table and covering my head while I spoke. I hugged you for such a long time. Such a real and caring embrace, and you kissed me on the mouth. I remember meeting someone else who could see you, two people, a man and also a woman with long curly fire red ginger hair whom I recognized in my dream, but later could not recall from where. From there, even though there is no recollection of the actual incident, it was implied that we made love. I told you that the summer you lived at dads we should have been together. (This isn’t accurate from my actual life...I was dating someone else, and Tim was like a brother) You didn’t look sick anymore, you looked like you, clean shaved, taller than I remember. And when I woke up at 3 I could still feel your embrace. I could still feel your presence. I went back to sleep and at this time I went right back into the same dream, and you and I were back In the bar with the people who could see you, and there was conversation between all of us, and I remember asking you why you were dead and could still talk see and interact with people, and knowing that the only time I had encountered this was on TV I asked if you were a Grim Reaper, and if that was the case, then was I? I felt dead. I remember you saying that we are together because we can be, because we were both dead. But I also remember wanting to be dead because you were and I wanted this moment to last forever. Then we were in a car and I was in the passenger side and you were in the back, I don’t know who was driving. But I recall telling you how much your death affected me and how I am a different person because of it. It changed who I was, how I miss you all the time and I felt as though you blew me off. Then the alarm went off, or I stopped recalling the dream after that.

[Maria123]

My dad died in 1999 then my grandma, his mom, died in 2007. My grandma was devout Pentacostal. She brought up my dad that way, but about ten or fifteen years before he died, he became a Buddhist. My grandma was never okay with that. She believed if you aren't Christian, you go to hell. So at my dad's funeral, she made a quiet, but bad scene because she thought the service wasn't Christian enough. Honestly, she really pouted about it. I was getting mad until one of my sisters reminded me, "She's doing the best she can."

So sometime after she died, I was talking outloud to my dad's spirit, as I'm sure a lot of people talk to their deceased loved ones, and I asked, "Since Grandma was so against Buddhism, do you ever see see over there? Do you guys ever hang out?"

That night, I dreamed I was on a hillside, the sky was dreary. There were big Buddhist-type statues around, kind of like big stone heads and totem poles. With me were some other members of my family. We were making our way through these statues, and we had our grandmother with us, but we had to carry her because she refused to walk. Or maybe she just couldn't walk, I don't know. She couldn't look at the statues either. What I thought of as art looked like demons to her. Looking at them made her act very afraid and senile. There was something wrong with her teeth, too, so she couldn't talk right, and she even threw up once.

Then me and my family were at the top of the hill and started to go into a nice public building to see a play, and on the steps, I said, "Where's Grandma?"

I looked for her and saw her driving an old, rusted bus across the hillside. Suddenly the bus tipped over and tumbled down the hill. I shouted, "Grandma!" and ran after her.

When I got to the bottom I saw one of my spirit guides, Henry, there. (He shows up in my dreams sometimes, always with a different face, but if he really wants me to know it's him, he comes as a cowboy as he was this time.) So, he rides to the bus, jumps off his horse, and runs to my grandma, saying, "Are you all right, partner?"

She didn't say anything. She wasn't moving and seemed unconscious, but Henry said she'd only hurt her foot. I asked him, "Can you help me carry her up the hill?" but he said, "You're on your own this time, partner."

I was okay with that and carried Grandma up the steep hill. It was a chore, but Henry walked next to me the whole way, cracking jokes until I couldn't help but laugh.

That was the end. I took it to mean that no, my Dad and Grandma don't really hang out on the other side. I think her fear of his religion is/was something she just can't see around. That was about a year ago I had that dream. I'm hoping things have changed for her by now.

[LauraLucius]

One of the many, many dreams I have had about deceased one is this.

In my dream I found myself on the bridge which joins the village I used to live in at the time. My father in law was on the bridge, dressed in his Sunday suit (he went to Chapel every Sunday, but I am not religious) so I knew what he had to say was serious and important to him. I noticed too that my sister in law, her nephew, and another woman who I assumed was her mother (all had died of cancer) were standing by the edge of the river at some distance.
I told my father in law that I was really pleased to see him as I loved him very much. Suddenly the river water turned red up stream and then came gushing down and under the bridge with such a force. I said to myself and my father in law "What the hell are they putting in the water for it to turn red?" He just looked at me and turned to my sister in law and other family members and said "She wants you to plant a yellow rose to remember her by". I said I would plant it and I woke up.

At the time my ex husband had had a huge row with my sister and refused to talk to her for months. We learnt after the dream that a wedding was coming up and it was causing upset because he refused to go if my sister was to be there.
I kept going back to the dream as I couldn't figure out what the red river water was about. Then the light bulb came on....Blood is thicker that water and it's all water under the bridge! I was to tell my husband not to be such a stubborn mule and forgive.
A message from my deceased father in law or my own subconscious telling me what I was already telling my ex husband?? Don't know....but I did plant the rose, one that rambled up an old apple tree in the garden.

[Thomas James Haller]

One night I was dreaming and an old father-in-law, Jerry (from a common law marriage to his daughter Ann), showed up in my dreams to give me a hug. It actually felt like he was there with me in my bed, and it made me uncomfortable and I pushed him away, and as I was doing this I woke up.

About a week later I got an e-mail from an old friend living in the same town as Jerry, and he e-mailed me the newspaper obituary article of his passing away. It seems Jerry passed away on the same night as I had the dream.

Many years ago as a teenager I have a hyper-realistic lucid dream where I was lead down a dark path at night by an old man, who then deserted me through a doorway, and then I was stalked by wolves, and bitten in the back by a wolf, and woke up in pain where the wolf had bitten me. The dream was so realistic and frightening that I had to stay up until daylight out of fear the wolves would return in my dreams.

I realized later in life that the old man was my Jerry, and that the dream came to completion one day while I was sitting talking to a woman while eating lunch. I felt this horrible pain in my back right where the wolf in the dream had bitten me, and I turned around to see his daughter Ann staring at that spot on my back. Ann and I had had a bad break-up, and at that point she wouldn’t look me in the eye, so all her anger was fixated on my back.

[izzie1985]

I dream about my nan a lot but one in particular comes to mind.

I have had this dream twice now and its always the same, I am walking along a pavement and the sun is shining and there are vibrant green trees and red and gold flowers in the gardens of beautiful houses along the path.
I see the back of someones head, I think-that looks like nan but i know she's dead, then the woman turns a corner and i glimpse her face and it is my nan. I follow her not rushing but she seems anxious and starts to walk faster, when I catch up to her she is walking towards me looking sad. when i go to tough her she flinches but then gives me the most lovely cuddle.

[Waterstreeter]

I have had a number of dreams where I met 2 dogs (not at the same time) I had growing up who've long ago since died. I remember it seeming completely natural to find them alive and well, even though one of them would have been 37 had she accomplished the impossible and survived until now and the other one would have been 30. I don't know if they were coming to say hi or what, but I have had several dreams where they were around.

[Bernardcraig20]

Sometimes, I wonder if dreams really mean to oppose what would happen in reality..