Do you believe that deceased people visit us in our dreams?

When my friend was killed in Iraq I dreamed he was dancing on the roof of our old school, it felt like he was still alive, I woke up feeling a weird sense of relief.

I also dreamed my grandmother came back and gave me a picture of myself in the future, she said I'd be successful, but it hasn't happened yet lol.

Also had a dream about my dead dog coming back to life and running around my house with excitement.

I'm guessing it's just the subconscious mind though.

When I read about Cynthia Judd's dream, I became 100% convinced.

In 2009 Chief Geronimo, of the Apaches, appeared to her in a dream and said that America is about to reap what she has sown.

When I began to study the life of Chief Geronimo, I discovered that he had some type of spiritual encounter with God in his later years.

It appears that many Native Americans had a real connection to the 'Great Spirit' which is why so many of their prophecies have been so accurate (Hopi for example).

If you’ve already read NO GREEN BANANAS, then you already know God has been speaking to me through dreams and visions since I was a child, warning me of things to come. On the night of March 25th, 2009, while in my sleep, I had this dream:

I was standing on the National Mall in Washington, D.C.. I saw no landmarks, I just knew by the Spirit where I was standing -- in the heart of D.C. I knew [again, by the Spirit] that to my immediate right was the Lincoln Memorial, and in the distance to my left directly opposite the Lincoln Memorial was the Washington Monument, with the Reflection Pool just up ahead to my left. Before me, I saw a huge chasm in the earth, deep and wide like the ground had split wide open. The sense was that utter decimation had taken place, and that the split earth extended beyond my sight, but I was only given to see the spot before me. The inside of the canyon-like split appeared charred black, just as a log of firewood appears after it’s burned all night in the fireplace, and is reduced to an ashen shell of its former self. burning for hours in the fireplace.

Just then, superimposed over this scene of destruction, a man appeared to my eyes, very, very old, and looking distinctly Native American. He only appeared from the torso, up. He wore a white tunic-type top. And I noticed his hair was striking in that it was cut shoulder length in a blunt cut, like a girl’s haircut. His lips were held tight together, his eyes were steely, but not cruel, just utterly somber.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was riveted by his face, that ancient face from a thousand ages past, it seemed.

"Don’t shake, America. This is only what You have brought upon yourself.”~ Chief Geronimo

I half woke up, still in a semi-dream state, remembering that nutty brown face covered in wrinkles. As I began to wake more consciously I went from assuming he was just any man representative of all Native Americans to wondering if, in fact, I’d just seen the image of an actual Native American figure from history.
The only name I could think of for a famous Native American was “Sitting Bull.” So lying there in my bed I asked the Lord, “Lord, was that Sitting Bull I just saw?”

The Lord answered: “No -- Geronimo.”

When I got up from bed that morning, I went straight to my computer. I typed in “Geronimo,” and was stunned when this image and caption popped up before me on my computer screen.

For a long time, all I could do was stare at the image before me – observing that unmistakable blunt cut “just like a girl’s”...That white tunic-type top...That unforgettable expression, so powerfully somber, with the lips locked tightly together. I couldn’t believe it. This was the very one I had just seen!

An Open Letter to America

a reply to: wtbengineer

aah! That is awful!

a reply to: awakendhybrid

He died from multiple organ failure - all stemming from his lifelong alcoholism and uncontrolled diabetes. Smoking and drinking were his vices. It's funny.... I hate calling him an alcoholic because he never seemed drunk. He was just "dad" and normal. He was the same when he came home after working as he was on the weekends after drinking a 12pk of Iron City Beer! He never hurt anyone but himself with his drinking...I digress. Yes he had two serious vices that ultimately led to his death.

Nope. After my Mom, Son and Grandmother died and no communication? NOPE.

I used to have more OBEs (Out of the Body Experiences) when I was younger, now I seldom have them or remember them anymore. One of the most interesting ones was one night I went to sleep thinking of a problem, and the next day a friend of mine who's a lot better than me at the OBE thing called me and told me we had met that night, and said I knew I wouldn't remember that we'd met and that I told him to call me the next day and say such and such. Well, turns out "such and such" was the answer to the problem I went to sleep thinking about.

I also remember an OBE in which I visited a cemetery and watched as the disoriented "deceased" rose up from his body, and apparently it was up to me to explain what had happened. Fortunately he took it well, I wasn't the best counselor someone could wish for as it was my first time doing this.

I also remember watching lectures in classrooms on "the other side".

I can't ask anyone to believe me, but I can tell you that the feeling is *very* different from a dream, I *knew* my body was on my bed sleeping and was very aware and conscious during every one of these experiences. That's a clue to the OP, these "dreams" usually *feel* different, don't they?

First, let me say I am so sorry for your loss.....I lost my mom almost a year ago. For the first 3 months she came to me every single night in my dreams......sometimes it was good other times she needed my help.....

Then suddenly they stopped.....Now I dream of her about once a month....the downside is when i wake up i do not realize she is dead.....and it takes a minute for that to sink in.......

Great thread S&F

Pax

It happened to me the night my Grandfather died. He was sick, but not near death afaik....I was about 12. He was at the hospital 3 miles away and I had slept over his house w/my family. That night, I saw him, and he said he was "with Grandma" and told me about her diamond wedding ring. He described it as being in her china chest, and I pictured it from above.

The next morning mom woke me and told me Grandpa died. I said I knew, and told my story to everyone that morning. The family pretty much blew it off for a week or so, then they told me that her ring was found between two tea cups....in the china chest. Years later I asked if the family was just messing with me. I got a stern reply, "we wouldn't mess with you".

Yes I lost my first love when she was killed in a car accident. Over the years (some 40) she has visited me many times. Not recently though and I miss her.

a reply to: cassp83

yes I believe that those on the other side communicate with us in our dreams.



hugs xx

a reply to: BoscoMoney

perhaps they do communicate with you...but you don't remember the dreams.

sorry for your losses.

I love this topic.

My father died 04/09/2011. The night before he died I had a vivid nightmare that I was in a hospital room, wailing, with my head buried in his chest. I could feel the coarseness of the hospital sheet. I woke up screaming.

The next night, I got the phone call that he was being rushed to the emergency room. Beyond being the most terrible night of my life, it is also the most surreal. I walked into his room in the ICU and was confused why everyone was just standing by his bedside. I expected rushing doctors and clamor and panic. My mom just said "say goodbye to your father."

Then it hit me. He was gone. I collapsed on his chest and I wailed, and I felt the coarseness of the bedsheet. It was absolutely identical to that nightmare.

Since then he has visited me in my dreams, or at least, I hope he has. Just a month ago he told me to call one of my brothers. Bear in mind, I never call this brother. We have nothing really to say to each other.

So I called him, and that night his son was in a major car wreck. My nephew was fine, but my brother was very shaken up about it.

a reply to: cassp83

Great read!
And yes I definitely believe that they're visiting us from time to time=)

My Grandma died in the evening this past March. Later that same night, in my dream, a phone rang and someone told me to get my brother and get over to the church because my Grandpa was there. (He had died many years previously)

So in the dream I grabbed my bro and we anxiously sprinted over to the church and yes, Grandpa was there, looking younger than any of my actual memories of him, but it was absolutely him. He asked us to shut the door of the room we found him in, a workshop where he was making something out of wood (Grandpa was always working on a project when he was alive)

He then grabbed my brother by the arm and swatted his butt (keep in mind we're both middle-aged men now) and told him he needed to let go of his resentment.

See, my Grandparents divorced when we were teenagers, and my brother had never really gotten over that whole mess and has harbored lifelong resentment toward the man who my Grandma left my Grandpa for. Actually all of us have, but my brother, much more so.

I told my brother about it the next morning, and later that day when we were around my Grandma's surviving husband, he spoke to him more kindly and at greater length than I've ever known him to.

I think Grandpa came to meet and forgive Nana, and to give the rest of us a little help with the whole "live and let live" thing.

Do you believe that deceased people visit us in our dreams?

Me I would say no not really. Though when younger I think I did dream of my grandfather more then a few times. But you know those memories fade as time passes and you grow older.So whatever the cause, whether its just the mind throwing in fractals of memories of deceased loved ones or there own actual beings crossing over from whatever side to check on us. In truth I think that there is little difference between them, from your mind in a dream processing any deceased loved one into you head one night, to anything else.

The matter stands that for whatever reasons they are there, or for whatever reason you chose to dream it all, and its likely for a reason, even if that reason is made up by you and whole created by you mind, or only pertains to you, or just some random thoughts you had one night which culminated in the whole thing, or an actual other being. It is the nature of such things, that there is little deferential between them, after all how else would you cross a river if not by the bridge which holds it all together to a focused point in time, space, and particular vibration? That bridge being the mind. So in all it becomes not so much if its real or not, but does it matter and does it make an impression on you. The consensus from reading this thread seems to be yes it does leave an impression.

I was visited by David Carradine after he died...it was something really peaceful and serene

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Absolutely! I have visited my Dad many times in my "dreams" since his death in the early 90's. I've also been visited by my second husband who was killed in an auto accident.

I made a thread not long ago about this:

www.abovetopsecret.com...

I took my mother's death 12 years ago very hard. A month later my father was arrested for a terrible thing (though not related to my mother's passing). I was a walking zombie during this very dark segment of my life. I met a man five months later who pursued me even though I refused his advances for awhile before I gave in and went out with him. We clicked immediately even though I kept telling myself I did not want or need a relationship during that terrible time.

I quit seeing him because I caught him doing something that truly upset me. And then I finally had a dream about my Mom. We were beside a river and she was leaning over petting a scary looking dragon in the water. In my dream I knew she was dead and I asked her how did she get back. She told me she had an oriental friend at work who needed medicine and she came to give it to her. Then as she petted the dragon she told me "Not all monsters are bad."

I didn't really understand the dream at the time. She was petting a dragon and made reference to an oriental friend...all Asian themes that although I had been stationed in Japan made no sense to me (I am Caucasian if that matters). But as circumstances changed, I met back up with the man who had pursued me, forgave him for what he did and have been with him ever since. I was no longer so entirely consumed with grief and sadness and actually began to live again. I believe she was trying to tell me that he wasn't really the monster I thought he was. He isn't of Asian decent so I still don't understand that theme however my Mom was the kind of person who would come back to help her friend get medicine. Could I have been the friend she meant? That never occurred to me before until I wrote this down. Because I did get better. Wow...that part always puzzled me.

Thank you OP for this great thread.

How come when people claim to have interacted with the deceased they never get any useful information about the after life or any detailed information about the reality the deceased now inhabits? The deceased only seem to talk about things that relate to our current existence.

There’s a very logical reason for this, the deceased is gone and will never return or exist in any other realm. What you are witnessing is just strong emotions and your subconscious imagination.

The body is basically a biological computer. When you disconnect a computer from its energy source the information (memory or whatever) doesn’t float out with the energy source, but rather it stays in the computer and can only be retrieved once the energy source is reconnected. Our bodies are the same; everything that makes us what we are from memories to the person’s personality is all stored within our physical brains, once the energy source leaves our bodies we start degrading and are gone forever. It’s as simple as that. It’s a sad truth of the reality we exist in, which everyone knows deep down within themselves to be true. Some people just have the ability to block out the cold hard truth and replace it with some random spiritual belief.

It’s simply just an effect of our over inflated ego’s (from being the most advanced species to have evolved on earth) and the fear of our own mortality that convinces us that we are too important to just be gone forever once our biological bodies shut down. But it’s the truth.