Needed for new book: dream stories of deceased loved ones

[tookie]

I don't know if this will be something you are interested in or not...but I will share with you what happened to me...
It’s a long story. So, I will cut out most of the details of my dreams. I had a series of 4 dreams; 3 were prior to my sister’s death that was so realistic and disturbing that each one tormented me terribly. That feeling you know something’s wrong but you can't figure it out and it won't let you go. The 3rd dream, in short, I dreamed that my sister was going to die in the house in a terrible storm!!!! I woke up from the dream and could not rest, the dream and the feeling consumed me it was so strong. It would not go away and interfered in almost everything I tried to do. A few days later Hurricane Floyd was announced, so I thought the Hurricane must be the storm in the dream she gets killed in. I went to see my sister in the very house in the dream. I told her about my dream. I told her that her life was in danger that she must leave. My exact words were, "you've got to get out of here, You're going to die in this trailer, please leave." She listened but she said she would be alright. The Storm came. I was restless. The storm was over. She was okay. I thanked God she was okay. The feeling did not leave me. The dream would not leave me alone. Each day it was stronger. I knew that something was horribly wrong, but I could not remember how to interpret my dreams. The Storm did not make since to me. Well, it was a few days later that something told me that she was being abused and locked up in a room of that house. I wasn't sure of what I was being told so I went to the house to see for myself and talked to her. I had my toddler with me. I didn't know what to do. Since the Storm wasn't the hurricane, I didn't know whether to listen to whatever it was that was telling me and leading me to her. So, I left the house. I did everything I could to get help for her, to help her. I knew something was wrong. I had no proof, just a dream and a feeling. I told several people about this. Nobody would listen; they said I was just imagining things. Thought I was over reacting. I did not give up. That day the dream kept haunting me. I worried and could not get anyone to listen or help me. I did not know what to do. I was up till late. I did not recall a dream that night at all, but I was restless all night. In the morning I hurried my kids off to school and rushed over there to check on her. I knew something was wrong. I found her brutally murdered. They all believe me now. Then I had the 4th (last) dream. In short...I saw what happened to her. Everything! Then...after that horrid experience I saw this...Her body hit the floor lifeless, her spirit sprung out and began running away from the scene as though she thought she were still alive. That’s when she ran into me not seeing me standing there in front of the door. Somehow we became united as one soul. I was her, yet she was me. She looked through my eyes and together we saw this...My sister’s body lying bruised, beaten, and bleeding on the floor. She was naked from fighting for her life with this evil man, and she was scared. We were one spirit looking at her body on the floor when this evil black spirit that had just murdered her realized that she was out of her body and came after me. I was praying the Lord's Prayer with all my might as I stood to face this evil black spirit. I was not going to let him get me. No way. Jesus is mine, I am his. I continued to praying as we began to struggle. I felt so weak and tired and I pleaded, "Help me Jesus, I am too tired to fight, and he is so strong." And then there was this huge, warm, beautiful light that appeared. The brightest light I had ever seen. Almost...but not blinding, and I heard a voice speak to me. I looked to the voice I heard and I saw Jesus, "Try" he said. I did what Jesus instructed me to do. And I said to Jesus, "I can't do this without you." I tried and said, "He is so strong." Then...poof...just like that I saw and felt Jesus reach out and take her by the hand and snatch her up. But it was my hand too and I felt his touch, the glorious touch of God himself. I know it was God. I saw Jesus surrounded with a glow take her then he transformed (for lack of a better word) before my eyes, and his hand was so big, so gentle. He touched me and I stood with him, and for a moment I felt heaven, for a moment I had a glimpse of the spirit of Jesus, for a moment I got a glimpse of heaven. I felt the love, the peace, the joy, the beauty, the happiness and all the blessed amazing indescribable feelings of what heaven is truly like. I was not tired no more; I felt no pain, no suffering, no sadness, no burdens, just love. I saw my sister standing there, so happy. We were separate again, standing before God. It was wonderful. And then I was told that I could not go any further, I was not saddened by it at all, I was at peace and so overjoyed. I knew she was fine, and going to a better place. It seemed like I was there a long time, but in reality I was not. Meanwhile, my 11 yr. old daughter woke up because she said she thought she heard her Aunt (my sister) talking in "tongues" like she did at church. I was speaking in English in my dream but my daughter said she heard aunt. She came to see. She said she stood there listening, wondering what was happening, but she couldn't move, and then saw me jump up out of bed and shout "Thank you Jesus" just like her aunt did. I was speaking in English in my dream but my daughter said she heard aunt’s voice speaking in tongues. Yes. I jumped up out of bed exclaiming "Thank You Jesus" and saw my daughter there in my bedroom doorway with the most puzzled look on her face.
Anyway...

[trinityava]

I was 11 when my grandmother past away, my fathers mother, the night she past away, my phone rang around 130 in the morning.. i answered it... my grandma was on the other line, i was expecting the hospital since my parents were. My grandmother told me she loved me and felt wonderful and not to worry anymore... and that she missed me.... my parents got a call around 4am telling my father that his mother died at shortly after midnight.... I wonder if the phone call was a dream or if my grandma had gotten ahold of me.... i remember waking the next day, knowing i was missing school, and my brother telling me that my MIMI had passed away to go live with Jesus. I was soooooooooo sad Iwould never see my MIMI again, but Ive always known she was still watching me.

[thirdcoastchica]

i'll start out like this: my aunt had always been sick, for as long as i can remember.

This one night she was in my dream, only without all of her machines; laughing, smiling, she was so happy, I can still hear her laugh, but she didn't say anything. she was surrouned in a soft but bright light, and the feeling i got was so calming, just peacefull. the next day we found out that she had passed durring the night.

[Elohim333]

Hello Joan,

Unable to email to your address (deleted) so I'll post here.
A kindly mom n' pop grocery store owner named Mel from my childhood came to me in a dream. The tune Happy Days are Here Again was playing faintly in the background. He explained he would be meeting with my mother-in-law within the next 3 days & it was important to tell my husband if he had anything he wished to share with, or say to her - now was the time.

My husband tends to procrastinate. I asked him if his mother by chance
knew Mel the grocery store owner. He was shocked, asked how I knew & said they used to live around the corner from Mel before he was born. I told about my dream & urged him to go see his mother ASAP. He went that day to spend time with her. 2 days later his mothers health began failing. We went to visit her, with a peaceful smile she sounded surprised and said "You're so pretty - all the pretty colors around you." And mentioned hearing music - "Happy Days are Here Again". (Ha! never thought she'd believe in an aura)
The 3rd day she did cross over.

My husband thought life after death was nonsense & when you're dead - that's it - you're dead. At the funeral he was fine until I whispered to ask if he felt his mother standing beside him & showed him the raised hair on my arms. Tears followed. On our drive home I felt his mother with us & heard the words in my head to pull over. There was something wrong with the water pump. I told him & he was perturbed with me telling me - you don't drive or even know anything ABOUT cars! True - but I knew what I heard. He argued but pulled over because he knew I'd pester him until he did. Came back out with a "Told-ya - there was nothing wrong." Needless to say I felt like an idiot. The following day he called to say he would be unable to pick me up from work. He was at a station and had to have the water pump in our car replaced.

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Also did have a dream of a little girl sitting in her fathers lap mesmerized by his pocket watch. A poem that somewhat captured their time together was given to me in my dream. I wrote it down and was told in my dream to give it to a co-worker for her mother. I wrestled nervously inwardly with HOW to do such a thing and that she may think I was crazy. I attempted to give it to her several times but balked each time. Finally opted for the deliver & dash method - I laid it on her desk with a note when she left for lunch. She gave it to her mother & her mother confirmed her father did have a pocket watch like that, and had sailed across the ocean to live here in USA, as the poem stated. She told me her mother felt comforted by the message in the poem.

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Way back - when my first cat died I was unable to move beyond grieving for him for a couple months. I was so grateful the evening he came to me in a dream. We met in a cylindrical hallway of sorts. I opened my arms wide, he leapt up and onto my shoulder for a lengthy hug. Once I saw for myself he truly was alive & well, I was able to stop grieving for him.

A couple years ago another cat I had/have & deep bond with crossed over. I truly thought I'd be OK with it. Again - there was an inability to move past grief until the evening he finally came to me in a dream. I believe my emotions were/are the very thing that blocked me or kept him from coming to me sooner. Knowing and experiencing are two different areas.
~Blessings~

[lori tx]

My uncle passed away at the age of 19 in a car accident. I was 11. He came to me in a dream when I was about 25. He wanted to meet my daughter who was a baby at the time. I was so excited to see him but angry that he took so long to come and see me. Then I woke up. I truly believe that in some way his spirit did in fact let me know that he knew I had a baby girl and that he wanted to get to know her. She is now 24. My mother dreams a lot about different people that have passed away. Many that she knows well many that she hardly knows. I believe that in some way through telepathy or whatever means that the spirit that has passed can connect with us in a different realm. My paternal grandfather committed suicide many years ago and recently came to my mother who divorced my father in a dream. He was very happy and wanted others to know he was doing great. Another dream that my mother had involved a past co-worker. One that she NEVER thought about in years and years. She came to say hello to my mother in a dream. My mom could not at first remember her name and called her by the wrong name and the person seemed upset but then the name came to my mom and she realized that this person must have recently passed away. My daughter had a dream about her paternal grandmother that had past away. The grandmother came to her in a dream and noticed the jewlery box that belonged to the grandmother that I gave to my daughter. This was a very sentamental jewlery box to them both. We really won't know all the answers until it is our time to depart this world.

[wrgolden]

Before getting into the dream I must tell you about the story of Wendy. My mother and her twin sister were best friends with a girl named Wendy growing up. Wendy passed away when they were only 27 and so none of my siblings or cousins had ever met her. MY mother and aunt, however, kept in touch with Wendy's parents and allowed them to call us (and think of as) their grandchildren. Wendy's mother's birthday was on March 1st and she claims that for a few years after Wendy's passing she'd always receive gifts from Wendy. For instance, the first year after Wendy's passing my "grandmother" had gone down to visit her sister in Florida and while she was there she borrowed a white and gold shawl that she loved. She went to the store looking for it, but they told her they stopped carrying it years ago. When she returned home she thought it was time to clear out Wendy's room. When she got to the closet she was moving boxes around that Wendy had left behind and in one she found the exact shawl she had been wanting (on her birthday). The next year my grandmother had gone out for a day of shopping on her birthday and when she returned home she threw her packages onto the table. When they hot the table they slid slightly across the surface and she heard something fall to the floor. When she went to see what it was she found a letter that Wendy had written to her and her husband on the night of her college graduation telling them what amazing parents they were and how much she loved them and how grateful she was, but my grandmother had thrown that letter out after she read it years ago. The next year on her birthday nothing happened, the day came and went and my grandmother was saddened to think that Wendy's spirit had passed. My mother called her the day after to tell her that her water had broken the night before and she had given birth to me over night, a month early, on my "grandmother's" birthday. My family believes that that year I was the gift from Wendy to my grandmother and so I was given Wendy's initial, as is custom in the Jewish religion. Anyway, now that you know a bit about Wendy you can understand why my family believes she is our guardian angel. Even though I have never met her, nor have my cousins or sister, we all feel like she is with us from time to time. Now, getting to the dream.....

A few years ago my younger cousin chose to study abroad in London. She was a junior in college and she was having a some what difficult time dealing with different things that were taking place in her life. She was in a deep sleep one night and said that she was startled awake by the feeling of someone sitting on the edge of her bed. When she sat up and opened her eyes she said there was a young woman at the foot of her bed, dressed in 70's style clothing, with blond feathered hair and big blue eye. My cousin said she looked a bit sad so she asked the young woman, "Are you ok?" and the woman replied. "I'm ok. Are you ok?" My cousin was quiet for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm fine." The woman looked at my cousin for a moment and then said, "I want you to know everything is going to be ok. You're going to be ok. Now go back to sleep." And with that, my cousin laid back down and went back to sleep. When she woke up in the morning she said she felt calm and more relaxed about things. She said it felt like she was awake, but it still could have been a dream, she wasn't sure if the woman came to her in the sleeping or waking world. The next day she called my aunt and told her the whole story. After she explained what the woman looked like my aunt said it was Wendy. My cousin has never seen pictures of Wendy.

[Laucashel]

Originally Posted by Joan M. Wolfe

Hello Fellow Dream Enthusiasts,

My book, The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of: Expanding Your Awareness Through Dreams and Daydreams, was published in 2001. It contains dream stories that show how we can learn practical and esoteric information via the dream realm. (It is still available on amazon.com, if youÂ’re interested.)

Currently, I am working on another book which also focuses on dreams. Specifically, I am compiling dream stories where deceased loved ones have appeared to offer encouragement, comfort or advice to the dreamer. It is slated to be of interest to both dream aficionados as well as those dealing with death and the ensuing grief.

Do you have just such a story you are willing to share? If you do, certainly post it here if you like, however for it to be considered for my book, you will also need to email it directly to me at the address below. Please be assured that you will have final approval of how the story appears in the book once it is written and that all names will be changed to safeguard those involved.

Thank you for assistance with this project and I hope to hear from you in the near future.

Happy Dreaming,
Joan M. Wolfe

Actually I also published my first book on Dec. 2006 "The Messages" miscellaneous prose and poetry by Laureana Cacho Sheppard and available in Amazon and other international online shops. This book is three parts, the first part is about my true life experiences, how I managed to cope the many tragedies in life, the 2nd part is about my dreams that mostly turned into reality some are prophetic about what will happen to the world. The third part is miscellaneous, the everyday happenings that affect our daily lives, about God and my words of wisdom. I have started my second book, this is short stories of my dreams. I want to contribute in your book if you want but already published in my first book. I have posted some of my latest dreams that were not included in my first book. Have a look and send me a message if you are interested.

Laurie

[Jexielia]

It was interesting that I found this here, because aside from the horrible dreams about my children I was hoping to find some feedback about the dreams im having about my father (who passed a little over 8 years ago).

For the past 8 years I regularly have this same sort of dream, it is always different... but always the same setting, and situation.

My dream begins where I am at the cemetary, alone, where my father and both of my grandparents are buried. I stop at my grandparent's gravesite and brush my hand across the headstone and say outloud how I miss them and love them, etc. (I did not know my grandparents on my father's side, only my mothers as I was adopted by my father at a very young age and both of his parents had passed already).

After paying my visit to my grandparents resting site I head back to car and drive to the section where my father is buried. Rather than immediately heading to his gravesite, I go to the back of my car and get two folding lawn chairs.

I carry the lawn chairs to his spot, set them both up, and I sit down and wait for him... sometimes I wait only a few minutes, sometimes I wait for a while and become worried that he may not show up. But... he has always shown up. It's almost like a jail visit. He comes out of no where and sits beside me, or across from me, depending on how I have the chairs set up.

We then spend about 10 to 15 minutes talking about life and current events. We talk about my mother, my brothers, my children, etc... he asks questions about what's going on, who's doing what, etc and I answer them. We talk about things like Nascar, even though I havent paid any attention to the sport since before he passed away. Sometimes our conversations are serious, sad, or upsetting... sometimes they're relaxed and seemingly comical.

After a certain amount of time has passed he tells me he has to go, and he disappears. Then I pack up the lawn chairs and leave. I can remember mostly ever detail up to the point where Im almost back to my car.

I've mentioned these dreams to my mother not too long after he passed away, she thought it was "cute" and I havent talked to her about them again... but they surely havent stopped. It's just very difficult for her and I to talk about him at all as we've both dealt pretty poorly with his passing, and when we do talk about him or mention him it usually stirs up more emotion than either of us can handle... or moreso the fact that it hurts me too much to see her get emotional over it.

There is one detail about my father's passing that I think may be related to these dreams, but Im not sure how. So, I'll explain...

I did not live with my mom and dad when my father died from his heart attack. She awoke to his alarm clock and my brother (who was 16 at the time) found him lying in the bathroom. My father knew he was in bad shape, but when he had found out from his doctor that his time was very limited, and was given pills in case of a heart attack... he did not tell us the truth... instead he told us he was in much better shape than he actually was. It was obvious that he didnt want to spend the little bit of time he had with us worrying and being all miserable about it and acting like he was going to die soon.

My father and I were not very close, we had a rough few years (when I was a teen especially) and though we were able to make ammends and be on good terms with eachother, we didnt have that much of a bond. Also, like I mentioned earlier... he was not my biological father. He adopted me when he married my mother and before they had my brothers. He always treated me just like I was his own child, but as selfish and ignorant as I was I wasnt quite able to see that when I should have.

Anyway, getting off track here...

My parents were Slingo addicts on AOL at this time. Every night my father would come home from work, eat dinner, and they would play slingo until bed time on AOL. I also had AOL but used it primarily for chat rooms and all that stuff... only occasionally would I play slingo with them, but I certainly spent a lot more time online than they did and rarely used the computer to communicate with either of my parents.

The night before my father passed away, my youngest child (at that time) was having trouble sleeping, so I went to lie down with him until he fell asleep. However, I was pretty tired so I fell asleep also. When my husband came home from work late that evening/early morning he woke me up and I went back to sleep in our bed... only to be woken up a few hours later with the bad news.

I left with my aunt and my brother to go to my parent's house, my husband joined us shortly after, and I spent pretty much the whole day with my mother.

When I returned home I had found that I had never logged off AOL the night before, and after I had left the computer to go lie down with my son my father sent me a message. He had said hello, and after I didnt reply he said something like "you must not be there" and then "I just wanted to tell you that I love you. Goodnight".

I believe the last time that either of us had said "I love you" to one another was a YEARS before that when we were supposed to go bowling and we couldnt go because my mom and dad were going to go to the hospital because he thought that he was having a heart attack.

It killed me to think that he could have possibly thought I was ignoring him, let alone the fact that I just didnt tell him when I had soo many opportunities to do so... so in a way I think these dreams were a way for me to have that chance... BUT that doesnt explain why they've been going on for over 8 years.

It's been almost 2 weeks since the last dream where I've gone to visit my father... and almost 3 months inbetween on average. In the dreams though, it seems like I see him more often, because there's usually not much catching up to do. (Though, I guess that makes sense since life has been pretty uneventful typically).

Anyway, I've been sitting here far too long now, and that pretty much says everything that I can think of that's related to this series of dreams and the related issues.

Thank you,
Rebecca

[carol]

Dear Joan,
i originally posted this story as a reply to another thread, but as i had forgotten to log in, it did'nt post so, in the meantime perhaps this is a better place to put it.

I had a dream of my husband's Aunt (aged 83) seven years ago. In it she was standing in a doorway, smiling at me and waving. Two days later i met her in the supermarket buying her groceries, and we had a chat, and went our separate ways.

Two days later we got a phone call to say she had had a heart attack and was in intensive care in hospital. I went to be with her, and we had a special day in which she talked about things that were important to her, like her parents (she never married), her love of dancing, and her past loves. She seemed to be pretty well really, as soon as they had stabilised her, but every now and again she would talk to an imaginary person in the room, perhaps her father, who seemed to be offering her sweets, and she would refuse them.

When i left to go home in the evening, she thanked me "for keeping me alive today" , as she had enjoyed the company. The rest of the family who had gathered from abroad on hearing the news of her attack came in later, but she had fallen asleep so they did'nt see her. She died that night,at approx 3 am, as she suffered another heart attack.

I realised, in hindsight, that the dream i had had five days earlier, was her saying goodbye to us all through me. Now at the physical level, you could say she did'nt know she was about to die, but at the soul level, she did, although calling it death really does'nt seem right, it's more like 'taking leave' and the overriding feeling i got from this dream, was that she was more than pleased and accepting to be doing so.

I was so struck by the fond farewell she had given me, that i decided to speak about it at her funeral, as i was filled with a powerful conviction that there is a lot more to the process of our passing than that which meets the eye, and i know from experience that those sorts of messages which come to us speak very clearly when they are relayed simply and truthfully. I could not have spoken about it, had i not had the experience.

This lady was well loved and respected in our community, and people came in droves to her funeral.

[dreamdude2]

My first dream was with my brother who died of AIDS, the second was a dream with my Uncle the day before he died.

In the first was a dream I was witnessing my brothers death at the moment of his death and being taught about the death process.

With my Uncle it was seeing him reconnect with his first wife...(I didn't know until the next day he had died)

Too long for me to type it all out tonight.....

Mark