I had intense dreams after my grandma died. Not exactly visitation but strangely intense.

I've had it happen to me several times.

Within a night or two of finding out that my ex, who I was still close with, had passed, I believe I had a visitation dream. In the dream, we were standing on the corner near my job. It was a strange mix of twilight, dusk, and dawn. As I reflect back, I really can't identify what that time of day it was. Street lights were on, but the streets were vacant.

For some reason, he had on what appeared to be a cloak. In the dream, I was aware that he had to leave, and he was trying to convince me to join him; I resisted. He hugged me, kissed me on my neck and left.

The reason I have always been hesitant to classify the dream as a visitation is because I did not have a good feeling in the dream. It was a goodbye dream but I was uneasy in it.

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Anonymous wrote:I had a very realistic dream right after my dad passed when I was 21. He died fairly young at age 54 of cancer. The dream wasn’t uplifting like yours. I was at my mom’s house and dreamed that I woke up to noise in the kitchen. I walked downstairs in the kitchen and saw my dad making toast. He turned around and looked at me, but he had tears in his eyes. It was almost as if he felt sorry me. I asked him if he was ok. I tried to talk to him in my dream, but he didn’t respond. I woke up crying. My dad traveled a lot. He would be on assignment for years at a time. When I was 18 he wanted to form a strong relationship with me, but I was mostly preoccupied with friends. I had a lot of guilt when he passed that I should have spent more time with him and gave him more hugs during his last years.

I forgot to mention that about a year before my dad got cancer I had a strange dream that kind of predicted his cancer. I dreamt that a big gooey blob was invading our house and if it touched you then you would get infected with a deadly virus. The blob touched my dad and in the dream I was very sad because I knew that meant he was going to die soon.

Op here. Wow, that is interesting about the earlier dream. I often wonder if we have some sort of connection to our parents that we don’t realize. For instance, my mother told me this morning that last night that my dad seemed restless and couldn’t relax. My grandfathers symptoms had not changed in recent time so the fact that my dad seemed to be acting strange made me wonder if he somehow subconsciously knew that it was time for his father to pass?

Anonymous wrote:I had a similar dream a couple of months after my mom died of cancer. I was only 23 and had been having a really rough time since her death even though I seemed to be holding it together on the outside. I was really missing her and feeling so alone and uncertain about the future. In the dream, I was sitting on the sofa in my childhood home and she was sitting next to me. I had my head on her shoulder crying and she had her arm around me, comforting me. She kept saying, "You'll be ok. You can handle this, you're strong. I love you." It was so vivid - I could feel her arm around me. I could feel the sofa we were sitting on and her hair on my cheek. I woke up crying and wishing I could fall asleep again to be with her one more time.

That was the only time I had a dream like that. Almost 20 years later, I can still remember it perfectly and feel comforted. I truly believe she came to me when I needed her.

She did. She came in a way you would recognize. But her love still lives in this universe and in your world and stands ready to be beckoned closer, but not at the cost of fear or sadness.

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Anonymous wrote:I had a very realistic dream right after my dad passed when I was 21. He died fairly young at age 54 of cancer. The dream wasn’t uplifting like yours. I was at my mom’s house and dreamed that I woke up to noise in the kitchen. I walked downstairs in the kitchen and saw my dad making toast. He turned around and looked at me, but he had tears in his eyes. It was almost as if he felt sorry me. I asked him if he was ok. I tried to talk to him in my dream, but he didn’t respond. I woke up crying. My dad traveled a lot. He would be on assignment for years at a time. When I was 18 he wanted to form a strong relationship with me, but I was mostly preoccupied with friends. I had a lot of guilt when he passed that I should have spent more time with him and gave him more hugs during his last years.

I had similar dreams of loved ones that left me feeling scared. My grandmother came to me as a teenager and the dream left me feeling that something wasn’t right and “things weren’t as they seemed”. This traumatized me for a long time and I tried to piece the meaning of these dreams together. From my perspective, she had a nice life. She died young of a heart attack. Her presence in my dreams felt unlike her and deep, dark, and scary. Always wondered why these dreams occurred.

Even though they were both unsettling, they both provided a message that is important to listen to. People develop their capacity of their soul in how we respond to the walk of life. Free will shapes our soul. Not luck, or circumstances. The journey to self actualisation is different for every part of the spiritual body. Sometimes we get a peek behind the curtain, but it is so intense and such a disruptive challenge to our security of “knowledge” that we willingly o my see in part.


PP 1 - Perhaps your father felt your pain, and he came to let you know that he did, and he was sorry he didn’t do more. He held guilt and you felt that. If you can let it go you can release yourself spiritually in the negative to make room for the positive that is also there, but is being blocked.

PP 2 - Trust your intuition. When you piece together the meaning, don’t be so literal. Read on the power of the spirit, how faith works, how wisdom is established in a philosophical sense (not religious — that is a block for your understanding, even if you respect its practice and see its value).

I wish both of you peace and understanding in both of the matters of your heart. Give yourself permission to be open to both of those things. Hugs and love to you two (three?)

Anonymous wrote:I had a similar dream a couple of months after my mom died of cancer. I was only 23 and had been having a really rough time since her death even though I seemed to be holding it together on the outside. I was really missing her and feeling so alone and uncertain about the future. In the dream, I was sitting on the sofa in my childhood home and she was sitting next to me. I had my head on her shoulder crying and she had her arm around me, comforting me. She kept saying, "You'll be ok. You can handle this, you're strong. I love you." It was so vivid - I could feel her arm around me. I could feel the sofa we were sitting on and her hair on my cheek. I woke up crying and wishing I could fall asleep again to be with her one more time.

That was the only time I had a dream like that. Almost 20 years later, I can still remember it perfectly and feel comforted. I truly believe she came to me when I needed her.

This made me cry. The parent-child bond is so intense.

I had a similar dream a couple of months after my mom died of cancer. I was only 23 and had been having a really rough time since her death even though I seemed to be holding it together on the outside. I was really missing her and feeling so alone and uncertain about the future. In the dream, I was sitting on the sofa in my childhood home and she was sitting next to me. I had my head on her shoulder crying and she had her arm around me, comforting me. She kept saying, "You'll be ok. You can handle this, you're strong. I love you." It was so vivid - I could feel her arm around me. I could feel the sofa we were sitting on and her hair on my cheek. I woke up crying and wishing I could fall asleep again to be with her one more time.

That was the only time I had a dream like that. Almost 20 years later, I can still remember it perfectly and feel comforted. I truly believe she came to me when I needed her.

Anonymous wrote:That’s amazing. He probably hadn’t today passed over yet and came to say goodbye. What a gift!!

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The eyes truly are the window to the soul. We see things in the physical today always as a reflection, always a slight delay from instantly because light travels, our concave eyes turn what is upside down to right side up, and life oxygen and it’s entire creation is transmitted through literal energy. You do not have to be “religious” to acknowledge the power of the living spirit and soul that transcends time. He loves you so much. He will always be connected to you, etched into the universe in undescribable ways that you eyes are now open to see. Don’t doubt what you know to be true.

May you find comfort in this time knowing that he is at peace, and his legacy lives with you. Big, big, big warm hugs OP. It is a gift to have a message like this from a loved one. I have grieved a lot of loss of life on this earth, but only a few times have I had that person’s spirit come to communicate with me in a dream. It was personal, and real, and helped me put one foot in front of the other and remember that life is bigger than we can imagine, if we really open our eyes and heart to good and to love.

Anonymous wrote:I had a very realistic dream right after my dad passed when I was 21. He died fairly young at age 54 of cancer. The dream wasn’t uplifting like yours. I was at my mom’s house and dreamed that I woke up to noise in the kitchen. I walked downstairs in the kitchen and saw my dad making toast. He turned around and looked at me, but he had tears in his eyes. It was almost as if he felt sorry me. I asked him if he was ok. I tried to talk to him in my dream, but he didn’t respond. I woke up crying. My dad traveled a lot. He would be on assignment for years at a time. When I was 18 he wanted to form a strong relationship with me, but I was mostly preoccupied with friends. I had a lot of guilt when he passed that I should have spent more time with him and gave him more hugs during his last years.

I had similar dreams of loved ones that left me feeling scared. My grandmother came to me as a teenager and the dream left me feeling that something wasn’t right and “things weren’t as they seemed”. This traumatized me for a long time and I tried to piece the meaning of these dreams together. From my perspective, she had a nice life. She died young of a heart attack. Her presence in my dreams felt unlike her and deep, dark, and scary. Always wondered why these dreams occurred.

Anonymous wrote:I had a very realistic dream right after my dad passed when I was 21. He died fairly young at age 54 of cancer. The dream wasn’t uplifting like yours. I was at my mom’s house and dreamed that I woke up to noise in the kitchen. I walked downstairs in the kitchen and saw my dad making toast. He turned around and looked at me, but he had tears in his eyes. It was almost as if he felt sorry me. I asked him if he was ok. I tried to talk to him in my dream, but he didn’t respond. I woke up crying. My dad traveled a lot. He would be on assignment for years at a time. When I was 18 he wanted to form a strong relationship with me, but I was mostly preoccupied with friends. I had a lot of guilt when he passed that I should have spent more time with him and gave him more hugs during his last years.

I forgot to mention that about a year before my dad got cancer I had a strange dream that kind of predicted his cancer. I dreamt that a big gooey blob was invading our house and if it touched you then you would get infected with a deadly virus. The blob touched my dad and in the dream I was very sad because I knew that meant he was going to die soon.

I had a very realistic dream right after my dad passed when I was 21. He died fairly young at age 54 of cancer. The dream wasn’t uplifting like yours. I was at my mom’s house and dreamed that I woke up to noise in the kitchen. I walked downstairs in the kitchen and saw my dad making toast. He turned around and looked at me, but he had tears in his eyes. It was almost as if he felt sorry me. I asked him if he was ok. I tried to talk to him in my dream, but he didn’t respond. I woke up crying. My dad traveled a lot. He would be on assignment for years at a time. When I was 18 he wanted to form a strong relationship with me, but I was mostly preoccupied with friends. I had a lot of guilt when he passed that I should have spent more time with him and gave him more hugs during his last years.

Hadn’t totally, and I’m sorry for your loss.

That’s amazing. He probably hadn’t today passed over yet and came to say goodbye. What a gift!!

I am not particularly religious but curious if others have experienced similar dreams. My grandfather passed away this morning @ 4 am. After receiving the call from my parents I struggled to go back to sleep. Well, around 6 am I fell into sleep and had a very strange dream. This was the most vivid and life like dream I have ever experienced in my life. I dreamed that I got into my car and began to back out of my drive way. When I turned around to check to see if I was clear to back up, my grandfather was in the backseat. He said my name so clearly and said “my heart”. We locked eye contact that felt so real and during this time, I watched him decrease in age rapidly into a healthy glowing 30 year old man. His eyes were extremely bright blue and he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He communicated (with no words) that he was happy and healthy. The eye contact was maintained the entire time but it wasn’t awkward, but felt so genuine and love filled. After what felt like minutes, he said “okay, now go get your son” in a joking manner in a way that was semi serious but felt like
He was trying to tell me to not dwell on this and continue doing what I need to do? I woke up so weirdly happy and calm. It sort of felt like my brain was pulsating and I could feel it working. On the flip side, this deep sensation of calm just only two hours after death seems unlike me. I feel like I can go on with my day just fine (obviously as I Have enough energy to post here). I have had other deaths in my family and I my grieving process just felt different. Has anyone ever had a similar dream that significantly impacted the way you felt/dealt with death?