Anyone Else Dream About Dead People?

[Becoming]

For several years, I've dreamt about dead people. My grandmother died in '91. She was very ill for several years prior, so her death was not a shock. In fact, it was a relief in many ways. I did not really mourn at the time, because I'd mourned for her during her sick years. Anyway, I had the most vivid dream about her about eight or nine years later. I mean, I could literally feel her presence in the dream. She was vibrant, laughing, dancing and telling me she was just fine. This dream pretty much started it all. (Well, there actually was one before it, but I was a child, wasn't very close to the person and can barely recall the details.)

The next one was a few years ago. I'd befriended a man who lived on the streets. The last time I saw him, I'd given him a letter that his sister had sent to him at my address. This wasn't an unusual occurrence and, though he was always grateful, this time his response was just a little different. He went to walk away, but stopped and said something to the effect of, "Thank you very much and if I don't see you before the new year, have a happy one." He was a naturally pleasant man and we had some great conversations, but rarely did he remember dates, nor did he say more than a simple thank you for a kind gesture. His parting words struck me as a little odd that evening and I'd previously been in a very tired mood, but I remember his words reviving me a little.

So, the new year came and went and I didn't see him in the neighborhood. No biggie, since I didn't see him every day anyway. On about the 2nd or the 3rd of January I had a dream about him, however. He was casually dressed, but in very clean clothes. His previously rotted teeth were lily white and perfectly straight; his skin was tanned and he had a glow about him. It wasn't an illuminating glow, just a shine that seemed to emanate from within. In the dream, I was at my mother's house where he stopped by. He said he'd just stopped by to tell me thank you for everything I'd done for him and that it had meant a lot (or something like that). He was smiling and I could just feel his peacefulness. I even reached out to touch him (his glow just seemed to invite a touch) and rested my hand on his chest for a brief moment. I then invited him to come inside as there was a party going on at my mom's house. He agreed and the last thing I remember about the dream was him sitting in a corner by himself with the most content look on his face. The next morning, I didn't see him as my husband and I drove toward the freeway near our house (it was common to see him walking down the same street we took) and I told my husband about the dream and told him that I thought he'd passed on.

A couple of days later, I received a call from his brother-in-law who lived out of town. His body had been found in an alley near a liquor store owned by a man who'd also befriended him over the years. I'd given the man his sister's telephone number and address, because I didn't want to be the only one in the neighborhood with that info just in case something ever happened to me. The friend we had in common who lived on the streets was an alcoholic with an extremely poor memory who didn't hold onto things like letters, numbers and addresses very long. Anyway, when the police questioned nearby shop owners to know if anyone knew the deceased, the liquor store owner gave his sister's number, her husband intercepted the call and called me first to verify if it was true or not before telling his wife. This was the first time I'd heard the news and I was a basket case after the call.

I took his death harder than I'd ever taken a death up until that point. One thing I forgot to mention is that for months prior to befriending him, I'd see him walking down the street and something in me was naturally drawn to him. His skin and clothes were filthy, he smelled, his hair was wild, but I'd see him walking down the street and literally would fight the urge to stop my car and talk to him, because it seemed such an odd thing for me to do. We met because I decided to take a long walk in my neighborhood one day and I spotted him on my way home. My heart literally got excited as I came closer to him, because I was thrilled that I was actually getting the chance to meet him and stopping to talk to him wouldn't seem so odd since we were both out for a casual stroll.

Anyway, sorry to be so long-winded, but the coroner said that he'd only been dead for maybe 24 hours when his body was discovered. Yet, I'd had the dream a few days before that. It felt as real as the dream I had about my grandma and I knew it was different (I should note that these dreams always feel a little irregular. I know they're dreams, but there's a certain realness that other dreams don't have).

Since then, my aunt has passed away, as well as a family friend and I've dreamt about them both. I took my aunt's death as hard as I took my friend's, but I deliberately prayed to God for me NOT to dream about her. So, instead, my son came to me and relayed a "very real" dream he had about her in which she said some things to him that were true, but he had no knowledge of (but I did). When I told him about the parallels between what she said and what was really going on in real life, he was astonished.

Mind you, I asked not to dream about her and I didn't right away, but a year or so later, I did. Two things really stood out to me about the dream. One, she was very subdued (in real life, she was a character), but seemed peaceful. Writing this, I almost want to describe her as a student. Weird, but she appeared to be very quiet because she was in some sort of training. The second thing is that when I looked in her eyes, they were very dark and flat. Almost like there was no life behind them. She also did not have the glow or shine that the others did. I've even questioned many times if this person was some sort of imposter or if the dream is of the same nature as the others.

My mom just found out a friend of hers that she hadn't spoken to in a while died several months ago and, lo and behold, I dreamt about her recently. This one was more like a dream, but I distinctly recall her having the same sort of radiant glow my friend did.

Does anyone else have these sort of dreams? Do you believe they're only dreams or are they real encounters with loved one's who've passed on?

[Leaha]

I believe the dreams that 'stick' with us (i.e. the ones we dont forget, even years later) are probably actual encounters.

I've dreamt of a deceased relative before and it felt even more real than this world! Definitely an eerie feeling, I woke up in sweat, and Ive never forgotten one detail in all this time.. those dreams feel all around different..

[Becoming]

Yes, the definitely feel different. Hard to describe to someone who's never had one. My son said the same thing when he dreamt about our aunt.

[AngelPsychic444]

Dreaming of dead people can be a "sign" you have abilities as a psychic medium (a person who contacts the dead and passes on messages to the living, such as John Edwards or James Van Prague (sp?).

Also, in the near future the veil between the living and those that have passed on will be much thinner and many people will talk to the dead much more often than we do now, so you could be on the leading edge of this, which is a good thing.

[desertrat]

Its a common belief that we all go out of body or astral project during certin parts of sleep and remember it only as a dream . You may me meeting these people in your astral body . Many years ago I dreamed of a dead girl friend . Last night I was kissing a lady in my dream , she looked a bit like her . desert rat

[angel A]

Originally Posted by Becoming

For several years, I've dreamt about dead people. My grandmother died in '91. She was very ill for several years prior, so her death was not a shock. In fact, it was a relief in many ways. I did not really mourn at the time, because I'd mourned for her during her sick years. Anyway, I had the most vivid dream about her about eight or nine years later. I mean, I could literally feel her presence in the dream. She was vibrant, laughing, dancing and telling me she was just fine. This dream pretty much started it all. (Well, there actually was one before it, but I was a child, wasn't very close to the person and can barely recall the details.)

The next one was a few years ago. I'd befriended a man who lived on the streets. The last time I saw him, I'd given him a letter that his sister had sent to him at my address. This wasn't an unusual occurrence and, though he was always grateful, this time his response was just a little different. He went to walk away, but stopped and said something to the effect of, "Thank you very much and if I don't see you before the new year, have a happy one." He was a naturally pleasant man and we had some great conversations, but rarely did he remember dates, nor did he say more than a simple thank you for a kind gesture. His parting words struck me as a little odd that evening and I'd previously been in a very tired mood, but I remember his words reviving me a little.

So, the new year came and went and I didn't see him in the neighborhood. No biggie, since I didn't see him every day anyway. On about the 2nd or the 3rd of January I had a dream about him, however. He was casually dressed, but in very clean clothes. His previously rotted teeth were lily white and perfectly straight; his skin was tanned and he had a glow about him. It wasn't an illuminating glow, just a shine that seemed to emanate from within. In the dream, I was at my mother's house where he stopped by. He said he'd just stopped by to tell me thank you for everything I'd done for him and that it had meant a lot (or something like that). He was smiling and I could just feel his peacefulness. I even reached out to touch him (his glow just seemed to invite a touch) and rested my hand on his chest for a brief moment. I then invited him to come inside as there was a party going on at my mom's house. He agreed and the last thing I remember about the dream was him sitting in a corner by himself with the most content look on his face. The next morning, I didn't see him as my husband and I drove toward the freeway near our house (it was common to see him walking down the same street we took) and I told my husband about the dream and told him that I thought he'd passed on.

A couple of days later, I received a call from his brother-in-law who lived out of town. His body had been found in an alley near a liquor store owned by a man who'd also befriended him over the years. I'd given the man his sister's telephone number and address, because I didn't want to be the only one in the neighborhood with that info just in case something ever happened to me. The friend we had in common who lived on the streets was an alcoholic with an extremely poor memory who didn't hold onto things like letters, numbers and addresses very long. Anyway, when the police questioned nearby shop owners to know if anyone knew the deceased, the liquor store owner gave his sister's number, her husband intercepted the call and called me first to verify if it was true or not before telling his wife. This was the first time I'd heard the news and I was a basket case after the call.

I took his death harder than I'd ever taken a death up until that point. One thing I forgot to mention is that for months prior to befriending him, I'd see him walking down the street and something in me was naturally drawn to him. His skin and clothes were filthy, he smelled, his hair was wild, but I'd see him walking down the street and literally would fight the urge to stop my car and talk to him, because it seemed such an odd thing for me to do. We met because I decided to take a long walk in my neighborhood one day and I spotted him on my way home. My heart literally got excited as I came closer to him, because I was thrilled that I was actually getting the chance to meet him and stopping to talk to him wouldn't seem so odd since we were both out for a casual stroll.

Anyway, sorry to be so long-winded, but the coroner said that he'd only been dead for maybe 24 hours when his body was discovered. Yet, I'd had the dream a few days before that. It felt as real as the dream I had about my grandma and I knew it was different (I should note that these dreams always feel a little irregular. I know they're dreams, but there's a certain realness that other dreams don't have).

Since then, my aunt has passed away, as well as a family friend and I've dreamt about them both. I took my aunt's death as hard as I took my friend's, but I deliberately prayed to God for me NOT to dream about her. So, instead, my son came to me and relayed a "very real" dream he had about her in which she said some things to him that were true, but he had no knowledge of (but I did). When I told him about the parallels between what she said and what was really going on in real life, he was astonished.

Mind you, I asked not to dream about her and I didn't right away, but a year or so later, I did. Two things really stood out to me about the dream. One, she was very subdued (in real life, she was a character), but seemed peaceful. Writing this, I almost want to describe her as a student. Weird, but she appeared to be very quiet because she was in some sort of training. The second thing is that when I looked in her eyes, they were very dark and flat. Almost like there was no life behind them. She also did not have the glow or shine that the others did. I've even questioned many times if this person was some sort of imposter or if the dream is of the same nature as the others.

My mom just found out a friend of hers that she hadn't spoken to in a while died several months ago and, lo and behold, I dreamt about her recently. This one was more like a dream, but I distinctly recall her having the same sort of radiant glow my friend did.

Does anyone else have these sort of dreams? Do you believe they're only dreams or are they real encounters with loved one's who've passed on?

I have had many similar dreams like yours. I believe that it is easier for us to accept meeting our passed loved ones, when in the dream state. These dreams always stay with you like a memory and are different to normal dreams.

I also dream of dead strangers. Dead strangers come to me in my dream, some are distressed, and i tell them not to worry just go into the light.Some of the dreams make me feel so emotional ,and the feelings are so strong that they stay with me for hours after the dream has ended.

I actualy take comfort from the visitation dreams though. I always feel like i have actually talked and hugged the person,and i know that they are still around.