Dreaming of deceased loved ones

[Fairyelf]

Ive heard many times that dreaming of deceased loved ones is a way that they come to visit you/ and or send messages to you...
does anyone believe this?

after my grandma passed away..maybe only several weeks later I dreamt of her.
The dream was very realistic I could almost feel her and she told me she would always be with me.

[misschief]

i think sometimes it's them. but sometimes it's also just a want for them.

[Mau]

When you have very vivid dreams of lost loved ones, ones that you can remember the feelings, occurences, and surrounding of as if you were there minutes ago..and you can remember them this way for a long time...it wasn't a dream, it was a visit.

This is the easiest way for them to visit and have you see them. Your concious mind is like a guard dog, it only lets in what it thinks is real and logical. In this way, it is very hard for some people to see, hear, or even sense spirits. If they want to try when you're concious mind is in control..it is also very hard for them because it requires MUCH energy on their part to manifest in a way that the concious mind will acknowledge them.
The easiest time, is when the guard dog is sleeping. When your sub-concious is in the drivers seat. This is only so during sleep or deep meditation. THis is when it's easiest for you to see them, and for them to appear to you. You may also notice that if you wake from these dreams, there may be a pattern in the times. It seems that 1 am-3 am are their peak times.

[mara]

I believe that you can tell the difference between just dreaming of them and when it's really them..I've had both kinds of dreams and the one I had of my mother where she told me she'd be okay just felt totally different than just her being in a dream..iit just made a big impression on me if I am making sense.

[FaerieGothMommy]

Yes i do believe this & i'll tell you why.

I've never met my nan (my moms mom) as she died over 25yrs ago, and i'm only 17. However for aslong as i can remember i've felt very close to her and i often talk to her and turn to her in desperate times, when i need help. Anyway, as my mom has often dreamt of seeing her mom, i always said, why won't she visit me? i wish i would dream of her. Well, just over a year ago, i was going through a very traumatic time and asked my nan to help me through it, the same night i dreamt that she came to visit me, even though she looked younger, i knew it was her. She said "i am here for you & i do listen to you"!!! My life did get better after that.

Also she has visited myt mom many of times in dreams and when she does they are both in a beautiful field and she just reasures my mom that she well & safe. :)

[Fairyelf]

thanks Mau!
Hi FaerieGothMommy Yes I know what you mean!!
Ive felt this connection to one of my uncles who passed away 2 years before I was even born..He was 17.
Well I suddenly would dream about him..and find myself interested to know more about him...asking my mom about him.
I found myself visiting his grave and talking to him.
I could feel his presence and knew it was him even though I had never met him....

[Mab]

After my mother passed, I dreamed about her a lot. But I know they were just ways of me working through a lot of anger & sadness, they were not visits from her. I got a waking visit from her years later, and I know it was a visit. Even my SO confirmed it for me when I described it to him.

So....yes, I do believe that they can visit you in your dreams, or when you're awake--whenever you are open to them. And sometimes dreams are just a way of our subconscious working through emotional/pyschological issues.

[FaerieGothMommy]

thanks Mau!
Hi FaerieGothMommy Yes I know what you mean!!
Ive felt this connection to one of my uncles who passed away 2 years before I was even born..He was 17.
Well I suddenly would dream about him..and find myself interested to know more about him...asking my mom about him.
I found myself visiting his grave and talking to him.
I could feel his presence and knew it was him even though I had never met him....

Yep, that is like me & my nan. I talk to her many of times and like to visit her grave to say hi. My auntie was murdered just before my nan died, but i only feel the connection with my nan. I think, it must be they are the ones guiding us?

[Twig]

Thanks to my long dead brother, I gave up drugs. :fpipesmok well most. ;)
He met me "between" the worlds and simply told me give em up or die.

Thank you Johnny. 20 years later and I haven't joined you yet. I guess it worked.

Peace,
Twig
:elf:

[FaerieGothMommy]

Thanks to my long dead brother, I gave up drugs. :fpipesmok well most. ;)
He met me "between" the worlds and simply told me give em up or die.

Thank you Johnny. 20 years later and I haven't joined you yet. I guess it worked.

Peace,
Twig
:elf:

:hugz:

[Secrets Flame]

I have a question... If a visitation is a "dream" that touches you so profoundly, and is so realistic... does this mean I'm being visited nearly every night by people I have never met in my entire life?

Because, this happens regularly for me... Almost every night I live a parallel life, with people who, in my dreams, are my friends, but who I don't recognise when I wake up.

Now, of course, I had assumed it was a "past life experience", except that people I DO recognise from when I'm awake regularly appear as well.

I would put it down to sub-conscious manifestation in something you long for, being brought up in sensory perceived form.

I.E. Your brain uses feelings and emotions that it has stored in it's memory, along with memories of people you have seen/met/know, that creates a dream that feels as real, as waking-life.

[MoonWillowMagic]

When I was a senior in highschool, I lost a dear friend in a car accident. My way of dealing with the news was to run from my home and "hideout" with the woman I worked for because I didn't want contact with anyone that knew him or wanted to discuss the accident. That night he visited and told me that everything was going to be ok and that he needed to say goodbye. Near the end of the "dream" I panicked and tried to keep him from leaving the house because he "was gonna die in an accident". The next morning I went to the funeral, I knew I had to say goodbye and if I didn't I would regret it. I couldn't talk about the experience for years without crying hysterically because it had effected me so much.

Two summers ago, I lost my 26 year old cousin to a brain bleed (he was a hemopheliac (sp?) ). I was a wreck. My husband didn't attend the funeral with me because it was to short a notice and I actually thought I could handle it. The second I walked into the parlor of the funeral home, I could feel him standing next to me. He kept urging me forward toward his coffin so I could see him.... don't you know he gave me a vision of him jumping up and laughing....if he wouldn't have been dead, I'da killed him for sure, it was in his nature to scare me and make me laugh when he was alive. For a week after the funeral he visited in my dreams, telling me all was ok and that he was still here. He stopped visiting my dreams and starting popping up while I was awake. I'd get out of the shower and be dressing and there he'd be laughing, as to say hahaha I can see you naked. I would actually cover myself and yell his name out loud. My husband thought it was hysterical. When I'd get upset that he was physically gone, I'd feel him touch my shoulder and that quick the feeling would pass and I'd be at peace. I started feeling really guilty that he was spending so much time with me, that he wasn't with his wife or mother when they needed him more. I told him he need to be with them and I was ok. I haven't seen or heard him in a while, but I know he fine. I know all I have to do is say his name and he shows back up if only for a split second to let me know he's still around.

[Bainidhe Dub]

the few days after my grandfather's funeral back in 2002, I had several dreams of him, very comforting.. mostly reminding me I was a strong person, and that my dad and his brothers were going to have a difficult time - that I was there to look after Dad, help him understand and come to terms with grampa's death.

A few weeks later, during a very stressful week, I was driving home, and got a very distinct whiff of firegear (my grandfather was a firefighter for 20+ years). All I could do was smile and say "thank you grampa".

[Sleet]

My mother passed away a couple of years ago. I don't dream of her, but my wife and my four year old daughter do regularly.

Makes me wonder how my daughter knows that much about her - she was 2 when my mom died.

[Cielamara]

On November 6th, 2003, my childhood best friend, Jennifer, was in a car accident with another friend of ours. The mutual friend lived--Jennifer was killed instantly. She was only seventeen.
Naturally, I was devastated. We had not been all that close at the time of her death, but when someone that young dies, even if you're that young yourself, you still recognize the bitterness of that loss...all the things she never got to do, and wanted to do. I was miserable...then, the night after her funeral, she came to me. I knew that it wasn't just a dream...it was too real to have been simply a dream. As my diary is currently down, because I'm working on the layout, I'll post my tale of the dream here rather than linking it:
" I dreamed that I was sitting in a classroom with a number of other people, and that it was dark, but that the other people in the class were doing work from the overhead. I think it was French class, actually. I got up to sharpen my pencil, and then suddenly I noticed Jennifer was sitting there, looking the same as always, not working, but simply gazing up at the board. No one else noticed she was there. "Jennifer!" I said, understandably surprised. She smiled up at me and said, "Hi. I'm glad you didn't say, "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
And because it sounded so like Jennifer, and so rather like something she would say, I had to laugh. "Come outside with me, JenJen," I then pleaded. "I have so much I want to say to you." She shook her head and said, "I can't. I have to stay here for right now. Just whisper to me, so they won't be disturbed." She indicated the others in the class. So I knelt by her desk, and wrapped my arms around her, and simply held her for a long, long time, feeling how warm she was, almost smelling her. And she talked to me.
She talked of everyday things, of the things she had wanted to do, of the people who had been in her life. She mentioned our teachers, our friends, the boys she had loved. She told me, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. I'll be okay. I'm happy. I'm the happiest I've ever been. I'll miss you all, but we'll be together again. I promise, we'll be together again. I'll be seeing you."
Then, she looked up at the screen again, and she became visible to others. They rushed to speak to her, to talk to her, to comfort themselves with her presence, and I had to let go of her. I finally got to say, "I love you, JenJen." And she grinned up at me and said, with that gorgeous Aries arrogance, "I know. I love you too. Bye now." And as the mass of people descended upon her, I smiled and kept on walking..."
That dream, utterly eased a great deal of my pain. I knew it was her. It felt like her, it smelled like her, it sounded like her. And she's been back at random times since then--in one dream, she actually told me about how she had orchestrated my nocturnal visits with her, how she had planned it, which ones were her doing, and which were simply my desire to see her. That, is enough for me to believe in loved ones being able to come and "visit".

[semi]

The dreamscape is just an alternate reality. With practice you can move through it as you do through this reality. The reality we are sitting in right now is based on physics. The dreamscape isn't. So things that can't exist here can exist there. Spirits often manifest here but it's easier for them to do it over there.

Also, I believe that your ancestors are always with you. They lived and died for you to be here. They learned a lot. They want to help you and protect you and they will whether you know it or not. Treasure the moments that you are able to commune with them.