Posted 07 March 2012 - 09:28 PM
So, as much as I have been reading here, this experience is not so unusual. Still, why do some of us have these dreams of talking or being with our dead relatives and friends, when others - still living - who knew them too, don't?
Anyway, my story. And sorry, it's a rather long one.
I have two people who recurrently return to my dreams. My best friend who died six years ago at the end of this month, and my father who died the same year as my friend but, six month's later. Both were expected deaths. As much as one can expect such as being so, anyway. The point is, their deaths were not from a sudden onset, or tragedy. At first, I would get these dreams almost weekly. They always appear separately, never together. Gradually over the years they had begun to be less frequent. Recently though, they have started up again to a frequency of once a month.
When my dreams first started I can't say that I could remember much specifically about them (the dream itself) except that there was an overwhelming sensation that they were very, very real. Everything in them seemed like I was fully awake and actually experiencing what I was witnessing. The only thing is, a part of my subconscious self kept telling me that this just could not be! That I knew my dad and my friend were in fact dead. So they simply could not be real. Still, these dreams kept coming.
Last night was by far the most engaging and real (beyond belief) experience I've yet had. In this dream my dad was alive (not unusual). And, when I saw him I at first simply had this sensation that things were normal and life was simply in continuance. Later, I had the thought that, "Wait a minute! He's actually dead. Why is he here and I must be dreaming." This is where this all took a very strange turn. I convinced myself that this experience was real by actually feeling objects in the dream with my hands. If I could feel them then it must be real, right? And, that meant I must have been actually dreaming that he had died. So, I went with it.
It started out, we were at his and mom's house. Everything was as it is now. My dad though, seemed upset by the fact that some of his things were out of place, and he was promptly placing them back where he thought they needed to be (a normal trait of his). So, I started helping him do so. The next thing I remember is we were flying in an airplane (his, he was a pilot). I - as usual - was enjoying the views out the door window. All of a sudden my door had flung open and I had a sensation I was about to be sucked out the door. I looked over at my dad and told him we we're skidding the airplane (slipping sideways). He was working with something in his hands and I could not tell what it was. He then instructed me to take the controls and fly the airplane. So I did. We then enjoyed a magnificent flight through some very beautiful mountains.
The next thing I knew we were headed out to a lake to go fishing with our boat. My brother was with us. I could hear him but, I didn't actually see him (he's still living). Soon though, it was just my father and I. Only now, we had been walking up this tributary from a major river. The water was sooo crystal clear you couldn't tell where the air and water met, but you knew there was water there still. As we were walking up this tributary he was disappointed in not finding fish to catch. He was a avid fisherman in life and I kept trying to assure him that we would see some soon. Every once in a while we did in fact catch glimpses of salmon moving through the stream. We had walked a long way up this stream and eventually came to the very head waters of it. The water was becoming much swifter and unfishable. At some point I remember telling my dad that I needed to “get back”. Not certain where I needed to get back to, I just knew I needed to leave then. I sensed from him a reassuring understanding and he let me know that he'd be along soon. I next started down the long pathway back. Not sure to where, though.
As I approached the end on the pathway I could see the main river that the tributary was emptying into. It was HUGE. I don't think I've ever seen a river so big. And the water was very translucent. You could see into it for some distance. But, before I reached the actual river I came across an adjoining pathway that led back over to this same tributary, so I took it. It was only going to be a short excursion from the main path so, why not! I came to the tributary once again, and once again, it was so perfectly crystal clear. I saw where it emptied into the adjoining river. Watching it for a moment, I could see what I thought where some salmon headed for the tributary out of this river. As they approached though, it became apparent that they were in fact not salmon, but were Angel fish! There was one that was very, very large. It was jet black and had massive fins (wings) with a very sinister looking snout. It sat at the entrance to this tributary and simply looked as though it was waiting for something to come down the stream. Maybe to eat? I don't know, but it's presence left me with a very uneasy feeling. It had not noticed me standing there. I watched this fish for some time. Suddenly, I just knew I had to get this Angel fish to leave. So, I made a sudden lurch toward it. Seeing me make such a sudden motion it was spooked off back into the depths of the main river, so too were the smaller fish that had been there with it.
End of dream.
As I sit here typing this, I can still feel the realness off this particular dream. I can still sense the objects I felt with my hands to prove to myself the dream actually wasn't a dream. I can still see into that water. I can still see my dad. Of course it's all from out of my mind, but, why does it linger so? More so than any other of the dreams I've had with him or my friend in it. And, why do I remember it so vividly?
Weird.........any thoughts?