Can't give an answer why she came to me instead of her, but she did---twice. The other part of the story was that her grandmother was on a roller coaster of critical illness for 5 months. She had been doing really well and we expected her to be discharged.

I was sleeping in the living room (fell asleep on the couch) when I was awoken from a dead sleep by the sound of footsteps coming across the living room and stopping immediately next to me. I stirred from my sleep to see nobody there. I walked back to the bedroom and saw the wife was sound asleep. We were both awoken by a phone call perhaps an hour later (around 4am) with the news that her grandmother had gone into a coma and was in acute septic shock. We live several hours away so hauled butt to get to the hospital. She passed on shortly after we arrived.

I truly believe she had come to wake me to make sure we made it in time to say goodbye. She was an important part of both of our lives and I'm grateful she had communicated those two times to me.

Anonymous wrote:When I was about six years old I awoke from my sleep and looked over at a wall that was illuminated by a night light. Before my eyes I saw the face of a pig with devil horns emerge through the wall in 3-D...just as real and plain as day. I was horrified and can still vividly recall the image at 30. (That house was/is haunted and over a dozen people have seen human spirits there.)

Last year I had a lucid dream where I felt fully conscious and awake...my wife's beloved grandmother appeared before me in radiant health and spoke to me (I can still hear how her voice sounded) telling me to tell my wife that she was okay. I woke up and began crying. I felt tremendously compelled to tell my wife but was somewhat scared to upset her. She saw that I was upset (which I rarely am) and I told her exactly what happened. She cried so hard but felt the most satisfying relief that she came to me to give that message to her.

So your wife's grandmother appeared to you instead of to your wife? It seems a little weird that she would appear to her grandson-in-law instead of directly to her beloved granddaughter

Anonymous wrote:I'm fairly sure my boss is an agent of the Devil...and no, I'm not joking.

Why do you say this?

When I was about six years old I awoke from my sleep and looked over at a wall that was illuminated by a night light. Before my eyes I saw the face of a pig with devil horns emerge through the wall in 3-D...just as real and plain as day. I was horrified and can still vividly recall the image at 30. (That house was/is haunted and over a dozen people have seen human spirits there.)

Last year I had a lucid dream where I felt fully conscious and awake...my wife's beloved grandmother appeared before me in radiant health and spoke to me (I can still hear how her voice sounded) telling me to tell my wife that she was okay. I woke up and began crying. I felt tremendously compelled to tell my wife but was somewhat scared to upset her. She saw that I was upset (which I rarely am) and I told her exactly what happened. She cried so hard but felt the most satisfying relief that she came to me to give that message to her.

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Anonymous wrote:The morning of my ultrasound to find out the sex of our baby, I was darting around the house getting ready for work. Although people had been asking me for weeks weather we'd found out the sex yet, and weather I wanted a boy or a girl, I truly hadn't put a ton of thought into it. Took a long time and fertility treatments to get pregnant, so I was only concerned with the health of the pregnancy. I really really did not have a preference. That morning, I was running late, only thinking about the tasks at hand, but very suddenly I had the thought come to me that the baby was a boy. I stopped right where I was, and was stunned for a moment, then i felt crazy elation. Just heart-soaring happiness. Way more powerful than even getting a positive pregnancy test. Interesting that others have had that "stop in your tracks" moment, too.

A few hours later, it was confirmed, a boy!

meh, 50/50 chance

I tend to agree with 50/50. But same thing happened to me.

I miscarried and had a rough few months dealing with it and getting pregnant again. One night I had a dream, extremely vivid and oddly chilling about a little boy who I physically felt an urge to protect and not let go of. In the dream and when I woke up I felt transformed by that boy. That morning was a holiday, and I previously didn't want to take the pregnancy test on a holiday in case I lost it again. But I couldn't shake the feeling. I tested and was indeed pregnant. Didn't find out until birth what the sex was, but the whole pregnancy I got chills thinking of that dream, and it did turn out to be a boy. (but yeah, 50/50 )

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Anonymous wrote:I was in a coma for two weeks. Very near death for one. Coming out of coma was no picnic. The delirium was terrible and nothing like a bad dream. It felt much more real. It took me a year to believe certain things had not happened. There was no "light."

Did you go to hell?

Pretty sure they stayed in their hospital bed.

I'm fairly sure my boss is an agent of the Devil...and no, I'm not joking.

Anonymous wrote:I was in a coma for two weeks. Very near death for one. Coming out of coma was no picnic. The delirium was terrible and nothing like a bad dream. It felt much more real. It took me a year to believe certain things had not happened. There was no "light."

Did you go to hell?

I was in a coma for two weeks. Very near death for one. Coming out of coma was no picnic. The delirium was terrible and nothing like a bad dream. It felt much more real. It took me a year to believe certain things had not happened. There was no "light."

Anonymous wrote:I have had several vivid dreams, these dreams have a different quality from normal dreams.

I dreamed about 9/11 before it happened. I was so shaken I woke my Dh up and told him about the dream. About the "demons" on airplanes and the planes crashing. This was maybe a month before the event itself.

After that I dreamed we invaded a country - couldn't tell which one, where I was - but I was begging a woman not to let it happen, "because this is what the demons want!". Then the announcement came about the start of the Iraq war.

I've always had a bizarre dislike of anything touching my neck. Scarves, turtlenecks, smocks at the hair dresser. I get this feeling of panic. I had a dream one night that I was a prostitute, wearing old fashioned clothes, and one man held my arms behind my back in an alley while another man slit my throat with a pair of scissors. Then I woke up.

I wouldn't say I believe in past lives but this last dream made me wonder.

I'm sorry about your past self. Be sure to be good to yourself to make up for the troubled life your past self led.

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Anonymous wrote:I had a near death experience, but it didn't include any angels or demons. It was a floating though space kind of thing, watching images of my life pass before me. The peaceful and loving feeling was like nothing I have ever experienced.

I was a Christian at the time, but am now an atheist. I wasn't actually near death when it happened. It was in response to trauma. Pilots experiencing extreme g-forces have an unusual amount of near death experiences when they black out.

Did your experience have anything to do with your change from Christian to atheist?

No, I never thought it was something from or about god, not even while it was happening.

What happened to the three "bump" posts that followed this? Were they considered offensive?

My dad died a year before my son, who is named for him, was born. One day when DS was about 10-11 months old (it was spring, the windows were open), I was nursing him and thinking about my dad, getting teary and wishing they could know each other. As I got teary, my son stopped nursing and looked at me intently and oddly for a longish time, a minute or two or maybe three

Then a car pulled up in front of the house with the song What a Wonderful World - my dad's favorite song and the one we danced to at my wedding - blaring. My son pointed at the window, smiled, and said "Pop-Pop!"

I am 100% sure that was my dad stopping by.

Anonymous wrote:The morning of my ultrasound to find out the sex of our baby, I was darting around the house getting ready for work. Although people had been asking me for weeks weather we'd found out the sex yet, and weather I wanted a boy or a girl, I truly hadn't put a ton of thought into it. Took a long time and fertility treatments to get pregnant, so I was only concerned with the health of the pregnancy. I really really did not have a preference. That morning, I was running late, only thinking about the tasks at hand, but very suddenly I had the thought come to me that the baby was a boy. I stopped right where I was, and was stunned for a moment, then i felt crazy elation. Just heart-soaring happiness. Way more powerful than even getting a positive pregnancy test. Interesting that others have had that "stop in your tracks" moment, too.

A few hours later, it was confirmed, a boy!

meh, 50/50 chance

I would love to hear more from the hospice minister. His (her?) theories based on experience are truly fascinating.

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Anonymous wrote:I had a near death experience, but it didn't include any angels or demons. It was a floating though space kind of thing, watching images of my life pass before me. The peaceful and loving feeling was like nothing I have ever experienced.

I was a Christian at the time, but am now an atheist. I wasn't actually near death when it happened. It was in response to trauma. Pilots experiencing extreme g-forces have an unusual amount of near death experiences when they black out.

Did your experience have anything to do with your change from Christian to atheist?

No, I never thought it was something from or about god, not even while it was happening.