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In the darkest time of my grief, I saw my late-husband in a dream. He was sitting in a chair looking at me and he seemed so REAL. In disbelief I asked him "Is that you? Is that really you?" He nodded. Then I begged and pleaded with him over and over again not to leave me. "Pleeeease don't leave me!" I sobbed and threw myself at his feet.
He told me that he would never leave me and that he would always be with me. He also said that I was entering my "third phase" in life. Then he wrapped his arms around me in an embrace that completely enveloped me and my entire body was filled with warmth; it was as if I was being swaddled like a baby.
Then I woke up and realized that it was just a dream. I think of that dream almost every day and it brings me comfort.
I've had other dreams of him, but they seem more like regular dreams, nothing like that one. Most dreams don't make sense but that one was different in that his message to me was so clear and direct. There was nothing puzzling about it.
Did you know about the phases of life BEFORE your late hubby came to visit you, Butterflyfish?
One of my sisters dreamed of our dead brother last week a couple of days before our mother died. She said we were talking about getting Mom's house painted, and my brother appeared, very cheerful and happy and said, "Don't worry about it. It really doesn't matter."
My father and grandparents? No. The only person who comes to me in my dreams is my former assistant. She died of cancer in 2016. We had a wonderful professional relationship that lasted for years. I sometimes think she's coming by to check on me. That would be so like her.
One of my sisters dreamed of our dead brother last week a couple of days before our mother died. She said we were talking about getting Mom's house painted, and my brother appeared, very cheerful and happy and said, "Don't worry about it. It really doesn't matter."
One weird thing for me is this: Over a year after her death, every time I get in bed, I think about my mom lying in her bed slowly dying (she had dementia) - wasting away actually. In her room by herself most of the time. It sort of haunts me.
I have dreamed happy dreams of other loved ones who have passed away, but I have not yet dreamed a happy, or reassuring dream of either my mother or my brother, who died a few months after her, of pancreatic cancer. Both of their deaths seem to weigh heavy on my mind.
The first week or two, I kept waking up in the night reliving that moment when I woke up and went in to check on my mother and saw that she wasn't breathing. I picked up her hand, and it was lifeless. Checked her neck for a pulse, pulled up her eyelid and she wasn't seeing. She wasn't really cold yet, though, and her face looked peaceful, with the hint of a little smile.
That kept replaying in my head and waking me up. Seems to have faded now.
I've had one dream of her. She looked as she had maybe in her forties and was laughing and talking with a bunch of people.
Just had my first one a couple of weeks ago. Hubby had a backpack leaf blower, and he was going out the back door to try it out in the backyard. I said I hired a gardening company. He said don’t matter I’ll find something to play with.
There wasn’t a feeling about it when I woke up other than hey, I had a dream about him.
Yes, I do. And it is just doing ordinary things, often. I have always had rather vivid dreams, always in color. Last night I had a dream involving my mother, and also our late neighbor who lived across the street. The dream involved my neighbor lady's Christmas tree, and taking off some of the decorations - somehow the tree had gotten knocked down. It was not a scary dream - I think we were going to set it back up. But then someone woke me up and that was the end of the dream.
My mother has been gone over 4 years now, and my neighbor lady probably 15, and I am not quite sure where the setting of my dream was, but it was a different place. Most of these dreams are enjoyable; I miss these people.
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