Do your deceased loved ones visit in dreams?

[tustin25]

my aunt passed away last september from lung cancer. she was in the hospital for about 3 months before. i went there pretty much everyday, all day. about a month ago i had a dream. it was at my grandpa's (her and my dad's dad) funeral. he died about 30 years before i was born, so that was weird. but everyone i know was there, including my aunt. my grandpa also died from lung cancer. what was weird was after the funeral, i was standing outside with my dad and my aunt's fiance, and he told both of us that she was diagnosed with cancer, which of course like i said was about 30 years before she was diagnosed. it was a really weird dream.

[PETER GORE SEER]

When they come to you in dreams ,it is because they love you and dont want to scare you.I dream is usually a safe way to let you know they are with you,talk aloud tell them you love them.Send them a kiss of love.

[want2believe]

My mother passed away a little over a month ago and I've had 4 vivid dreams that were like actual visitations. They were so real I'm not sure if it was a dream. I'll be sleeping at night and hear water running in the bathroom beside the bedroom, I open my eyes and the hall light that's normally on is off and the room is completely dark except for a small amount of light coming in through the bedroom window. When the water shuts off a figure enters the bedroom and when it gets close to me I can see the silhouette is my mother, she leans over the bed and kisses and hugs me and then she's gone and suddenly the hall light is on again and I'm awake. I've had slight variations of this dream where she lays beside me in the bed, and the last time we talked. The dreams always start and end exactly the same, with the water running in the bathroom and all the lights are off, when the visit is over I'm awake and the light is on.

Are these dreams or am I actually being visited? I'd like to believe it's real, I look forward to these vists with my mom.

[glamourflage]

i've been lurking on this forum for a while but never posted, i just felt so overwhelmed from this post i had to reply.

i totally believe this. my dreams are usually very bizarre and just... indescribably weird. i lost my mum in june and whenever she visits me in a dream it's just like normal time we would have spent together at home. i tell her what i've been up to, i even made her a cup of tea the other night! it brings me great comfort and it's an experience i hold close to my heart, and i can only hope others who have suffered loss can be comforted by a visit at least once in their life xx

[tcgram]

I have only had 2 dreams where deceased people have visited me. My dad died when I was 14, I was sleeping in the house he grew up in, in his room. I dreamed that he came into the room with a suit on, sat down on the edge of the bed and talked to me. Then I woke up. Then almost 10 yrs. ago a dear friend of mine died suddenly. She was my "second mom" and I was devistated by her death. I dreamed she came into my bedroom, took my hand in hers and told me that she was okay and that she loved me. Again I awoke shortly after. I haven't dreamed about my dad or her since. To this day I don't know if I was actually visited or if it were simply my subconcious dealing with a traumatic event in my life.

[believeyourself]

I've had two dreams in the past 3 nights of my deceased uncle who was murdered in January. We still have do not know who killed him. He was like a second dad to me. Last night in my dream my family was in some sort of assembly room, like a church, meeting hall or something. There were a lot of people there. My dad, sisters and I were smoking together and then I see my uncle come in and sit down kinda far from us. I rushed over and offered him a smoke. He took one puff. He said there was a mistake and he is somehow still alive. I asked him "how are you feeling?" and he said he couldn't breathe. I hugged him but for some reason he couldn't hug back. He seemed sick. I told him I loved him, and then woke up. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? If I ask him who his murderer is can he tell me?

[Natural Wonders]

On the morning of my 10th birthday, I had a dream that I was in this dark empty room, and there was an angel crying in the corner of the room. I walked up to her and asked what was wrong, and she looked up and said "You are going to die when you are 30." I asked "what? Why?" She said "You will come to see..." I asked "How will I die?" she again said "You will see..."

Then I woke up crying.

I'm almost 26.... <img src="http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/ohmy.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="" border="0" alt="ohmy.gif" />

If I were you, I wouldn't worry, Boo Boo. I once met someone in a dream who told me I would die at 22. I worried for a long time. And yet here I am today - 23 years old, healthy, and hale.

[soniabvc]

Hi Everyone,

I have gone over the whole thread...interesting things. Unfortunetly - for me - nothing even close to my experiences. Now, the bad thing about forums and blogs is that anyone can say anything and people will just have to take his word for it, on the other hand it allows people like me to share stories and experiences without being radiculed and it also provides outlet to things that people will not talk about in real life. I will share my stories so I can let go of the pressure and wheather you choose to belive or not will not matter much.

I have had a few VERY unpleasant experiences with dreams. I have not shared them with anyone becouse I do not want my firends and relatives to worry about me and for other people to think I am a weirdo.

Story 1.

I was little - must have been about 12-13 years old. I dreamt I was alone in my room, seconds later I realised I was alone in the whole house. It was dark and I was standing in the corner of my room - the corner furthest from the door. In an instant I understood that I am actually not alone in the house...somewhere in the other rooms there was someone else...I heard footsteps slowly and pateintly coming towards the corridor leading to my room. I started shaking and being very afraid becouse I felt that this is not normal...and that those are not ordinary footsteps. The thing knew how to walk..so each step coinsided with my heartbeat. I said a "thing" becouse I felt it was not human. The steps continued on the corridor approaching my room and they stopped abruptly once they reached the door. My heart was going to explode...some sort of primordial feeling in me knew that this is Evil - now I know it was the Devil (keep in mind that I was leaving in a communist country and I had no concept of religion let alone god, devil,demons, angels, movies or TV shows).

The thing pushed the door...it oppened VERY slowly with a squeeking. I was dead...so afraid I was just dead. But I thought " Dont show him you are afraid...show him you can actually beat him, this is your only chance". The door opened widely and I saw the tip of his shoes, black military shoes. I burst into insane laughter, which actually gave me some strenght and confidence - still staring at the tip of his shoes. He made a step and entered the room, he stood there and I was laughing. I could not lift my head from his shoes - I could just see the shoes....I was not brave enough to look into his face..I tried to lift my head..but couldnt. I was too scared to see his face. He understood what I was going through..and he started laughing at me. His laugh was telling me "Who do you think you are ...trying some cheap kid stuff on me? You can keep laughing as much as you want but we both know you are to scared to even see my face".

I woke up! I was disturbed and scared beyond measure.

To all those who will see this as some sign that I have been abused as little - my dad died when I was few months old. My mum and my grandma raised me. My mum never brought a man into the house. Plus, I still think ( having lived in 5 western countries) that child abuse is (or at least was) something more common in the Anglo Saxon culture.

Story 2

I was older. In college already. I was getting interested in the religions and was asking myself questions about God and life. I wandered often how God Satan Heaven and Hell worked. Unfortunetly I got my answer : ). Again, in a dream. As I was sleeping and dreaming that I am in the middle of a field. I looked up to the stars and I levitated towards them...the feling was great! But, very soon everything disappeared. It bacome dark, I could not see,hear,smell touch feel anything...and I mean ANYTHING!!!! I was just suspended somewhere in space but not time. Some place where time does not flow! Where the air does not move, where the molecules that make up that empty space around us are just gone! A second seemed like for ever. No pain, just nothing! It takes a milisecond for madness to enter your mind when you realise that you have no sences and everything is suspended and there is no "presence". It took me 1 sec to realise that this is HELL! Not burning fires and angry demons cutting you to pieces over and over again - that would have been preferable..at least there would be presence even if it is bad, and there would be feelings even if that would be pain....But true hell, deprives you of all senses and presence ..the presence is something I never understood existed untill that moment. Even if you are alone in a quite room or forest..there is presence..the space around you vibrates...there is just normal natural presence that you do not notice until it is gone!

Story 3

I was older...much older 26 to be exact. Very confident in myself (rich, good looking, doing an MBA in the most expensive city in the world....ah life was good ..anyway...I was sleeping and as it turned out, I was dreaming. The drem was nothing special.. the ussual nonsence. But I noticed, that no mater what would happen in this dream there would always be a very old person somewhere in the background. The scenes of my dream changed as the dream was unfolding. But everywhere I would see this old guy...now at one point I understood he is not supposed to be in this dream. I started getting a bit worried about him..he was everywere on the sidelines..no matter what would happen in the dream he was there..watching. I decided that something must be done about that. So I gathered the courage...froze my dream ..and went up to him..and I aked him.."What do you want?" He said nothing. I asked again ..more angrilly. His faced aged even more he looked and said "I want to give you pain". I got so p***ed and angry I said "Pain? Give me the maximum you can!" I was feeling so confident! I immediatly woke up..stood in my bed and opened my eyes...in front I saw some pixels....I blinked once..the pixels zoomed out and turned into the icon of the Virgin Mery which I had in my room at the time.

I have one more story ...but this happened more recently and is the worst so far. I am not on the mood to share it right now..maybe some other time.

[KrissyDisaster]

I have had a lot of dreams about loved ones and friends who have passed. A short time after my cousin died, I dreamed he was standing with our grandparents on the front porch of their old house, telling me he was ok, he was with them.

The one I was closest with, and see most frequently in dreams, is my grandmother. Most of the time she is giving some kind of encouragement, or just letting me know she is there. Last night, though, she was very upset in the dream. She didn't speak, but was just unsettled. Do any of you believe that I could somehow get her to visit again? Something was obviously bothering her, and I want to find out what it was, and make it right if I can.

I strongly believe people we have lost can contact us in dreams, if we're open to receiving it. I love some of the stories on here.

[marioq]

Just today, I was resting because I'm having some neck and back pain. Anyway, I began dreaming that I was sitting at my dining room table having lunch and a chat with my good friend. In the dream I get up and look towards the hallway and I see my mom, who passed away almost 3 years ago...I then ask my friend, "Do you see my mom. She says to me, no. I then go over to my mom and I hug her and I ask my friend again, don't you see her....My friend smiles, and at that point, I wake up....I believe that this was, in fact, my mom's way of communication with me. I have been feeling really sad these past few days, especially on Mother's day...Maybe this is her way of coming to me....

[jej]

Hello, I too have had dreams where dead relations and even pets have come back. After the last dream a couple of days ago I got my daughter to do an angel card reading for me as I do believe they are trying to tell men something.

[mermaid64]

Just over 12 years ago my brother died suddenly he was 23.It was a terrible shock,there was no chance to say goodbye.I used to feel him around me in the weeks after he died but this gradually faded.2 years later I was pregnant everything was going absolutely fine i'd had children before,so I was busy getting things ready for the arrival of the baby which was in 2 weeks time.That night I went to bed and for the first time since he died I dreamed of him.I dreamed I was on a country road,I was in the passenger seat of a car.Outside it was very wild and windy and the trees at the side of the road were waving about,it was night and was very dark but there were some lights in the distance and the headlights on the car were lit,so I could see.The dream was as clear as anything,it felt real.I couldn't understand why I was in a car stopped in the middle of a road in the dark.Then my brother was there at the drivers window it was down and he told me to sit still.I was so excited to see him,I knew he was dead but I desperately wanted to hold him.I tried to get my seatbelt off and he said,"no,Don't move,you've been in an accident you've got internal bleeding,I'm going to get help."My brother then began to walk down the road and i was still trying to get out of the car because I didn't want him to leave me.My brother came back and said,"I need to get you a doctor ,if I don't your going to die."after this I woke up.I was so disturbed by this dream,that later on that day,I phoned the maternity hospital and told a white lie.I said I thought I was running a temperature and should i take anything for it,I was told to come in and they'd have a look at me.During the check up the monitor showed fetal distress and then I had a massive haemmorage and the placenta was badly torn,I had hidden bleeding with no outward signs.I was given a general anaesthetic and the baby was delivered immediately by emergency cs she was very ill but she survived.all the doctors and midwives asked me about my dream as I'd kept talking about it.Eventually a greek doctor told me he had seen many things in his career and some were inexplicable but he truly believed that those who have died can still help those they love.sorry it's so long but without that dream neither of would be here and I now truly believe that there is something after we die.

[+OverSword]

Over the years I have had many dreams where I interact with departed relatives and one former girlfriend. The one which I most feel was real was soon after my uncle died in a car wreck. I came upon a clearing in a forest at night and my uncle was there trying to build a shelter to protect himself from a storm that was brewing. It was very windy and he had built a frame out of two by fours and was in the process of stapling visqueen to the frame, which I felt wouldn't do much to protect, although I didn't want to tell him this. It was at that time that I noticed my grandmother (my most frequent visitor and favourite relative)standing between two trees on the edge of the clearing. I went over to her and said I dont' think he knows he's dead, and she said "I know but we can't tell him, he has to realize it for himself."

I also frequently am joined by a deceased bird that loved me very much. Here is the weird thing about this though, he always used to run around on the back of the couch while I was sitting on it and occasionally I still find one of his feathers even though I have a new couch and he has been gone for years.

Edited May 26, 2010 by OverSword

[Ildac]

Ah, I've had dreams like this before... A friend of mine who made the horrible choice of taking his own life has appeared in my dreams on a few occasions. Despite the sad way of which he passed, he is always happy in the dreams, and everyone in the dream is always happy to see him as well. I think if a dream like this is upbeat and cheerful, it's the deceased spirit's way of telling you, "Everything's ok. Don't worry about me."

[clockworkgirl21]

This is too interesting to let die!

My grandpa died in 2002. I was sad, but not really devastated, because I barely knew him. My whole life we only lived a few blocks apart, but he barely left the back bedroom. He was in his 70s when I was born, so he was too old to really get around.

It's just recently that I've began dreaming that he isn't dead. I'll see him sitting on a couch, and think, "Isn't he dead? Well, obviously he isn't. He's right here." Then we'll sit and talk. I never remember what we talked about when I wake up, however.

This started when I began wishing he was still around because I wish I had talked to him more when he was alive. I'd like to think he's taking the time to come back and speak to me, but I'm more inclined to believe they're just dreams.

[chris93882]

Hi yes I just had a dream about my grandfather today June 7th and he just passed away from cancer on May 25th not too long ago I dreamt I was with my grandmother which is still alive but sad about my grandads passing and somehow a friend of mine was in the dream too his dad passed away almost 3 months before my grandfather passed away, so in the dream we wish we could see him again and my friend I think tells me about this wooded area kind of like a mountain soil and we go to look for my grandad there we were at the top at first but then we start heading down because down there there is like a flowing river so when we arrive down the mountain soil there is kind of like a cop that passed by the area, but then we look to our left and there, is my grandfather, when we don't say anything we just go to him and hug him me and my grandmother, and in the dream I could see a tear rolling down his eye, then that's when i woke up i woke up kind of excited I think my heart was racing I think from joy

[kirstylou]

my personal view is that dreaming is you thinking about someone during the day, and then bringing up an event in your memory during your sleep to recreate an event which has happened in the past...

It is nice to know and to remember loved ones who have passed on

[Misinterpreted]

I have dreamt of my grandfather twice the past few months. He died 3-4 years ago.

The first time I cried and cried when I saw him. I kept saying that I miss him dearly and I woke up incredibly sad.

The second dream happened last night. I was at a family party, which is funny because tomorrow I'm going to my cousin's graduation party. And my grandfather came to me and hugged me saying: "You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you,"

I felt so happy and warm as I was hugging him. But then he started talking about his interests and what he loved, like cars and wine haha.

[Tanja]

I've dreamt of my uncle who lost his battle against oral cancer one year ago. He is always happy in my dreams, he also said once that in Heaven there's a party going on all the time (he loved to party when he was younger). My grandmother never visits me in my dreams, even though I was closer to her. But I have dreamt about our late great dogs several times. I'm always aware in my dream that they are dead and that they are just visiting me. I miss them. But I guess it's just my memories that pops up and not really them, even though I like to think they are.

[thefirstman]

I personally have had a few dreams about my grandmother whom I loved dearly.she's only been away a few years now, and everytime I dream of her she's always busting herself tidying and talking at the same time(just as she was when living)

But my mothers dream about her is much more interesting, she dreamt that the front doorbell rung,and when she answered it my gran was standing there holding a dogs leash(mum couldn't see the dog but my gran had a wee spaniel Beau for years and was devastated when he died) they spoke for a while,she told mum she loved her and that she needs to give up smoking( which she has). Then gran looked at her watch and said that they only have a certain amount of time and she was going to see Tracey(my mums twin sister. My mum woke up after that,and my aunt Tracey dreamt about my gran that night also.

So yeah i.believe the deceased come back to say hi. Many times iv dreamt I was training with my old friend Stuart,he was my jiu jitsu trainer and died of an embolism in the heart at 38 last year. The amount of times he's started laughing and iv woken up while falling out the bed(cause we were rolling in the dream,makes me believe he's still up to his tricks.

Sorry it's so long but I truly believe that there are loved ones watchig over us.

[rileycooper]

i dreamt of an old boyfriend of mine about a year after he died and in it i knew he was dead and knew it was a dream but at the same time we could touch and have that last time together. in it i remember he took me to and showed me around all these beautiful places and i remember him telling me all about his afterlife/heaven whatever the term is and and saying to me you wont remember any of this when you wake up its not for you to know till you pass over... it was like he answered everything ive ever wanted to know about the universe etc and i didnt remember when i woke up exactly what was said but i know it was all good and that there is definatly an afterlife. it really made me happy to know he was safe and happy and that he had visited and shared what it was like with me. i still dream of him sometimes but never like that first time, now its more he is in the dream but we dont touch or anything and it never lasts long like the first time it felt like it went on for days or there was o such thing as time it was weird but it really felt like we had days together, we talked bout so much and im so glad and grateful for the experience.

[rileycooper]

i dreamt of an old boyfriend of mine about a year after he died and in it i knew he was dead and knew it was a dream but at the same time we could touch and have that last time together. in it i remember he took me to and showed me around all these beautiful places and i remember him telling me all about his afterlife/heaven whatever the term is and and saying to me you wont remember any of this when you wake up its not for you to know till you pass over... it was like he answered everything ive ever wanted to know about the universe etc and i didnt remember when i woke up exactly what was said but i know it was all good and that there is definatly an afterlife. it really made me happy to know he was safe and happy and that he had visited and shared what it was like with me. i still dream of him sometimes but never like that first time, now its more he is in the dream but we dont touch or anything and it never lasts long like the first time it felt like it went on for days or there was o such thing as time it was weird but it really felt like we had days together, we talked bout so much and im so glad and grateful for the experience.

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[Black Hound]

Nope. I figured if they "loved me", they could find better things to do on the other side than wanting to intrude on my dreams. As for relatives, most were unbearable when alive and when they go, I can only hope that can't figure some way to physically show up over here.

Edited June 29, 2010 by Graveyard Hound

[Nims]

Since childhood I've dreamed about a house I've never been in, in my life. I asked my parents, gave them a description and they confirmed we never lived there. Won't go into detail but in that house there was an upstairs room I never entered. I only dared to touch the door knob once and it was very unpleasant. The room always terrified me.

A few months after my husband died I dreamed of the house again. This time I entered the room. It was dusty and had an old upholstered arm chair in it. Behind it stood my husband. A great feeling of sorrow and confusion eminated from him, it was so strong it took over my entire being. He told me he wanted to go home. I told him he couldn't come home because he was dead. The sorrow became even stronger and he said he didn't want to be dead. I told him there was nothing I could do to help him. Then there was an enormous feel of anger and hostility pushing at me. As he stood with his hand on the back of the chair and crying I saw other people beginning to form behind him. I knew they were dangerous and hostile. I ran from the room slamming the door behind me, ran down the stairs and when I made it outside the house I woke up.

I hate that house. I never want to dream about it again but I do. But when I do I never, NEVER enter that room again.

[cupcake313]

I haven't been visited, I don't think. I feel my acceptance of death and passing leaves my family and friends to tend to other business. Although, a couple years back, I had a dream about my Great-Grandfather. I was about 2 or 3 when he died, so my waking memories of him are null. I remember dreaming he was sitting in this chair in his and my Great-Grandmothers living room, with me on his lap laughing. He was partially paralyzed from a stroke at that time from what I'm told, so he wasn't moving much. I was watching this scene as an outsider though, as if I was standing in the living room. I felt his presence next to me, and it was really an interesting mix of joy, amusement, and love. I'm not sure if I was just remembering a moment stored deep in my brain, but it felt real, and I still remember it clearly until this day.