Needed for new book: dream stories of deceased loved ones

[btj81]

I have had a few dreams about a friend of mine who passed away. He killed himself 2 days before my last day of high school, this was the end of may. He was the last person any one would ever expect to do this as he was such a fun loving kid who had so much school spirit and everyone knew and loved him. he did not leave a note and i will always believe that what he did was an accident considering he never thought twice about what he was doing. I was not best friends with him, and we really didn't see eye to eye about a lot of things but we were teamates and also worked together for a local club and i always loved being around him.
my first dream about him came about 2 weeks after his death (right around what would have been his 17th birthday) In my dream we were at a party at the jr high we went to but it seemed to be a senior party (he was only a junior) but he was still there, and so were other members of our team. i was walking down the hallway and i noticed him standing over to the side, i just had to talk to him. there was a group of some of us from the team all around him, mainly the ones who he didnt talk to that much, we were all just listening to him. at the time it felt like he was there and i didnt realize he was actually dead, i also dont remember what he was saying, there was just an urgency to stand by him, to look at him and to listen to every thing he had to say. I woke up and realized that he was no longer here and thats when the significance of it sunk in.
The second dream occured about a month later. In the dream i was at my old elementary school and walked into the parking lot and started running to a car because I saw him in it. It was the back of him but I thought for sure it was him, as I got close they turned around, and it wasnt him. It was his best friend (one of his 3 best friends that happened to find him) I was devastated when I realized it wasnt him, then woke up.
The third one was a few weeks after the previous one. during this one i was in colorado or some place with mountains (we were skiers) and i was walking with some people and saw a group of his friends (including 2 who found him) walking toward us. I started looking at them adn saw him standing right there walking with them. I started shouting that he was right there even though I knew in the dream that he was dead I still believed that he was right there. everyone kept telling me that it couldnt be him, but I insisted that he was right there. I woke up and wondered if this was his way of saying he will always be walking with us, helping us through.
I have had about 2 more dreams not necessarily with him in it but more of me accepting his death. In the dreams I am with his family or at memorials for him or my thought will go to him but in my dreams I know he is dead.
Im not sure what to think about the dreams but I loved the ones that felt like he was alive because everything seemed normal. I wish I could remember what he was saying to all of us in the first dream but I guess there is a reason that I dont. Im just throwing those stories out there for info.
Still missing you everyday. 6/14/90 - 5/30/07 .ski in peace.

[hs817]

My grandfather died in November of last year. He and I were buddies my whole life, and shared the love of dancing and performing. He loved to come to my dance recitals when I was young, and he always bragged to people about my dancing. I'd been away at college all semester, and one night in November he died suddenly-- a heart attack. It upset me quite a bit, because I never got to say goodbye. A few nights after his death, I was just aching over it, and I cried myself to sleep. That night was the first of my dreams about him, where I felt like he came to me in my dream.
In my dream, I looked up and saw him standing there, hands in his pockets, like he always did. I said, "Oh, it's you," being surprised because I knew he was already dead. And then I remembered all the things I had been wishing I'd been able to tell him before he died, and feeling as if time was a factor, I just said the two most important things first: "I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't have the time with you to say how much." Then grandpa gave me a hug, and I felt the love coming from him, as if from out of his chest, and it felt warm, and I could almost sense it glowing out form inside him like he was E.T. The love that I felt coming from him was so intense, that it was almost palpable, that it almost had a sweet smell.
Then he said, or I felt him say, that he regretted not doing this more often --hugging and showing affection-- while he was alive (he was kind of a stand-off-ish guy). He said the only thing he regretted was not loving us (his family) up all the time. I told him that it was okay, that I always knew he loved us, whether or not he showed it. He seemed relieved at that.
Then he pulled away, and I started to protest, until I realized that the feeling, the intense love and its glow had not left, even though he was backing away. Then I became aware that now my chest was also glowing as his had been, and I could still feel the warmth from his hug, as if he'd never left. I slowly drifted awake, and even as my eyes began to open, my chest was still warm, and I could still feel the love in the room.

That was the first of several dreams. The most recent one occured about a month ago, just after his birthday.
I teach at a dance studio in a rural area, and quite often I am the last one to leave at night and lock up alone. I have a wild imagination, so quite often I feel a little scared when I get into my car at night, almost like I'm being watched. The night before I had this dream was a night when I'd felt particularly scared, because I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone.
Then I had the dream. In my dream I'd been teaching all night, and was heading out the door to lock up. It was at this moment when I became aware of someone watching me, knew someone was watching me, and the fear was becoming more of a paralyzing terror. I locked the studio, and raced to my car door, all the while reviewing self-defense moves in my head. I heard --or felt-- footsteps approaching, and I knew this was it. I turned to what I thought was an attack, with a scream rising in my throat, and stopped. It was grandpa, standing just a few feet away, hands in his pockets, wearing an outfit that he always wore --down to the details of his boots, and vest over a red flannel shirt, and behind hism was his red Ford truck that he loved. He was smiling, and just standing there hanging out. The relief washed over me in an instant. "Oh," I said, "It's you," catching my breath. I was about to ask if it had been him all along, all these times that I'd been scared, and he seemed to know I was going to ask it before I could and he answered something like, "Yeah. I come to watch you dance at school, to watch you teach. Everytime you dance, I'm there to watch, and here to watch over you."
This made sense to me, because he'd always loved to watch. "I'm glad," I said. Then he explained how he also watched over other members of the family at different times, and it seemed like that was how he spent his time. I felt the love coming from him again, and I felt my chest glow, even at a distance. I enjoyed having him there so much, since I missed him so much, and asked him if he could come over to my house. He nodded, and said that he would follow me home, like always. I was going to hug him, but I knew I would see him at my house in a few minutes anyway, so I got in my car, and he got in his truck. As I drove down the road, I kept looking my my rear-view mirror to make sure he was still behind me, and I could see his headlights there. But about the time that I was to exit from the freeway, his lights dimmed, and he turned off in a different direction. I decided I was okay with this, since he was going to watch over another family member. Then I woke up.

I hope this is useful for the purposes of your book. There's no doubt in my mind that my grandpa was truley communicating with me through my dreams. Before he died, I had told him about several dreams I had had before that came true. So, in death, it would make sense that he would know to come to me in a dream.
Thanks,

Heidi

[PattiNyree]

I was just on the site wondering why I was dreaming about sea turtles...which I never quite figured out, when I saw your posting regarding dreams of loved ones passed on.
I don't normally dream of relatives that have passed away. I actually had little 'experience' dealing with death at the time so when I got word my grandmother had passed, it was very shocking to me.

My grandmother died in August 1998. I had a good but distant relationship with her. Distant literally meaning that I lived on Vancouver Island and she lived in Vancouver in BC, but also distant in that although we got along well, we weren't intimatetly close. For many of the years leading up to that I would visit on occasion for a weekend here or there but not very often. My mom would call and ask if I wanted to go to Vancouver and as time went on and I worked more and more hours, I would often reply that I couldn't make it over.
As far as I knew my grandmother was in good health. She was always full of energy and walked everwhere. I really believed she had a LOT of years left.
My grandmother was also a very strong willed, opinionated woman that was set in her ways. If she didn't like something, she told you so. Her and I never "clashed" but others, sometimes did.
She was also a very generous and empathetic person. If you needed help with something she would do all she could to help you.
I would say my we were good friends.

After a few years dealing with infetility, I was 27 and pregnant with my first child. I quit my job that year so I had time off work. I went with my mom over to Vancouver when I was about 4-5 months into my pregnancy. I noticed something had changed with her. She wanted to sit and talk about me...I mean really talk. It wasn't that we talked a lot but that she was very attentive. She sat with me and looked into my eyes while we discussed the pregnacy and my feelings about it. It seemed like the first time she was really interested in getting to know the real me. It was really comforting but kind of eerie too beause it was so out of character for her. This was also the last time I would see her.

I had opportunity to visit shortly before her death and for some reason I couldn't make it over. My mom resheduled and had said we could go next week. But it didn't happen.

A few days later, I got a call one evening from my sister who just blurted out that our grandma was dead. I was confused at first because we actually called her 'granny'. She had to clarify that it was actually our granny and I remember almost collapsing with the shock of it. Part of it was the fact that I had put off a visit to see her just a few days earlier.
She had a sudden heart attack in her home and died instantly from what I was told. Then over the next few more days the family turmoil emerged like never before. My mom is one of 7 remaining brothers and sisters and there has been problems amongst them for years. I noticed that with granny gone, it was getting out of control...and now it was also about who should be allowed to go to her funeral. To make a very long story short, I was very adamant that I didn't require an invitation to my own granny's funeral and that I wasn't going to support the family in the state that it was in. I told my aunt, who had taken it upon herself to call me and 'stir up the pot' that I would not be coming to the funeral.

I ended up going to Vancouver to be with my mom and my sisters during this time but I still did not attend the funeral. Oddly enough I was very OK with it.
After the funeral we went home on the ferry. Over the next few months after the details were taken care of, my mom lost contact with many of her siblings. I knew that with granny gone, there would be nobody holding the family together and that is would just be fact of life and I had to make myself OK with that.
I also learned that they found bottles of unopened medications in the back of her bathroom cupboard. She knew she was sick but for some reason did not want to prolong her illness. I believe she knew she would die sooner than later and this could explain why she wanted to really talk with me during that last visit.

About one year later, I had about a week where I was dreaming almost every night of ferry disasters. Everything from it sinking, to me blowing it up with my cellphone as the detonator.
Then I had the dream...

I am on the ferry. Its chaos everywhere. We have to evacuate and I don't know where to go. I normally know my way around a ferry but this time I am running along mazes of narrow corridors and getting nowhere. Hallways that should lead to an exit now go on and on. People are running around and screaming all around me and I feel like I am invisible. I don't even know for sure what is wrong, just that everyone wants to get off. I get onto a deck where there is a bus. People are getting on and off the bus. I am deciding whether or not to get on and I am looking around trying to figure out what to do and when I turn my head I immediately make eye contact with a woman. It's my grandmother. She is still older looking but definitely several years younger than I remember her. She is wearing a light brown tweed jacket. She must have already been looking at me because she is already smiling when I see her. It was like she was waiting for me. She stands there looking at me while people are running and screaming all around us. I can see everyone running around in a panic but its getting quiet now and I feel like we are the only two people there. Then it's like we are caught in a moment. We never speak, but I can feel like she's telling me something without her voice. There are no words...just mutual understanding. I am not shocked or surprised...just happy to see her. I walk over to give her a hug and I can feel the lump coming into my throat as she puts her arms around me...and its calming relief while the chaos continues all around us. Somehow I become aware that this moment can't last and that this is now a real goodbye....and then I wake up and the lump is still in my throat and my eyes are wet with tears...and I feel touched somehow. Like she was really there.

I never dreamed about the ferry again. I never dreamed about her before this day and I haven't since. i don't tell anyone about it, so they won't think I am crazy. But even now as I write this post, I feel myself getting choked up as I try to relive the dream.

I don't normally analyze my dreams but I felt pretty confident about what the message may have been about.

I believe that the ferry represented the both the connection between us and a bridge between me and my extended family. She was probably giving me a chance to have a goodbye. The feeling that I got when I hugged her was just that she was proud of me and that she understood my reasons why I didn't go to her funeral. If she was still 'with me' up to that point, it was now time for me to accept that she was going away now and that 'bond' would now be severed.
The fact that there was always 'disasters' on the ferry represent to me the family turmoil that had subsided but at a price of probably never having contact with many of my other relatives, most of which who live in and around Vancouver.

If there is such thing as having an actual spiritual encounter through your dreams, I believe in my heart this was one. I tend to be a skeptic about such things and I wonder if this is a way my grandmother chose to come to me, so that my doubts, fears and emotions wouldn't cloud my judgement about what is real and what is not.

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[Katie81]

My grandmother passed away in 1999. I loved my grandmother very much and we were very close. About 2 yrs ago, around the time i was about to graduate from University, i had a dream w/ her in it. I just remember that we were talking but i knew she was not alive anymore. She was actually motivating me and saying she was proud of me due to my educational accomplishment. It was a very short dream but i woke up with tears in my eyes. I dont recall them being tears of fear but perhaps emotion or missing her.

hope this is of some help....Good luck!

[rosepersephone]

My grandmother died almost two years ago, and I was very close to her and took care of her a lot especially towards the end.

Anyways about a month or so maybe after her death I had a dream that she called. I saw the phone and I saw her, it was an old black rotary phone. Anyways, it was only her no real background or anything that I can recall. I talked to her and she was just saying she was OK. Then I realized she had died and I saw my grandpa coming up- but never saw his face or anything really. Anyways, as soon as I realized I said wait and wanted to ask more questions and see how my grandpa (who died when I was a baby) was. But she hung up.

that's it. Good luck with your book! It sounds very interesting!

[kamodt]

I will start off by saying last year on Halloween my Grandpa fell and hit his head, was admitted to the hospital, and then a few weeks later put in the nursing home (where I worked as a cna). My grandma had died a month before he fell. He ended up dying in March. This was a pretty hard thing for me working in the nursing home, seeing him like that...

So the dream...
My aunt was running for Mayor (very odd to all who knows my aunt) and she had her granddaughter and my grandpa with her, they started walking down the street. My grandpa's funeral was the next day...it was planned and he was still alive (too odd!) They were walking away so I started yelling goodbye to him and he turned and waved to me. I needed to find a dress (for the funeral) and I went to Sears. Some other family members and co-workers were there and I found a dress but I could not find a dressing room! I was almost late to the funeral. When I arrived all the family was there crying...as my emotions built up in my dreams I also cried. As soon as I hugged my mother I woke up (Crying)...in that state of mind I realized hey it was just a dream so I felt somewhat better...then I came totally to conciousness and realized that even tho that was a dream he had really passed away a few months ago. The strange thing is I had this dream and when I woke up, it was Halloween (The day he fell).
And everyone in the dream was so real looking...usually my dreams are not like that.
Any answers anybody, Please?

[candy2130]

Earlier this year I had a dream about my cousins funeral. I hadn't seen or talked with him in years which I regret. I dreamed I was at his funeral service and he was in an orange jail jumpsuit and handcuffed with guards guarding the coffin. My grandma who has passed away was alive in my dream and hitting the guards with a broom saying that he was coming with her. I woke up feeling unsettled but went on about my day. I told my mom about the dream and she told me that Shaun had been incarcerated for drug issues. I was not aware of anything like that. A couple of days later we got the call my cousin had lost his battle with addiction and died from an overdose. I couldnt believe my dream had come true. My aunt of course was beside herself. After the funeral she asked me to tell her all of my dream.My mom had told some other family members about it. As I told her about it she became more and more calm. She says it gives her comfort to know that grandma is taking care of him now. She is somewhere in the atmosphere protecting him with her famous broomstick!!

[beautyofwisdom2]

I'm new here and actually registered in order that I can get someone to help me with a reoccuring dream that I have been having, and I will post in the perspective section, however I ended up in this category for some reason.

My son passed away at age 16, which was almost three years ago. Since then i have had to keep a dream book near my bed because I have had several dreams with him, and in one of them I've actually been able to talk to him, not with words, but some strange way of understanding what he is sayign without actually talking.

The recently three dreams that I will post in the "help me to understand" section, he appeared in only one...but I don't feel these dreams were really about him, but just a way of him telling me that he's still around me, but I haven't been seeing him, or feeling him as much as before.

So, I will definitely come back to this section.

[Elle72]

My grandma came to me in a dream the night after she died. She was coming down some stairs and she said "oh, michelle" and seemed very disappointed in me ...at the time i was very into drugs and alcohol. I found out she used to say ...when she was alive "oh, karen" to my mom when she was upset with her ...anway it bothered me all day when i woke up...the next night she came again and hugged me tight and told me she loved me ...i felt she knew it bothered me that she was disappointed in me. I loved her and missed her funeral because i had a serious injury and was not allowed to travel at that time ...i really believe she came to me ...when people i love die ...i have dreams about them right after their death.

[KittyAB]

I lost my grandmother in '89. I have had many dreams of her. I often thought it was her way of visiting me and making sure I was ok. (She raised me.).