Can we really meet up with people in our dreams??

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Floral-Leopard
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Hi everyone, I'm new to the forum and hoping that somebody can shed some light on my dream experiences. I've never really seen myself as having any 'psychic' ability, but since my Mum passed away 2 years her death seems to have triggered something spiritual within me, which mainly shows itself in the form of dreams. I met Mum in dreams three times, and each time I found I was in control of the dream and there was a bizarre sense of reality. It felt extremely real, even down to the details in my Mum's skin. I asked her how she was and she told me she was very pleased, placing her hand on her heart, and said that all the 'emotion was gone' and she felt so light (she passed from cancer). From that point on I've been having intense dreams. I dreamed I met an old friend and we talked about how our daughters really missed eachother since we moved away. I asked her if I could give her a call and she said 'sure'. When I woke up, I didn't think much else of the dream until later that day when my daughter's school passed on a message to me. My old friend had called the school, leaving her phone number and asking if I could get in touch with her. That was rather uncanny. I didn't ask her if she'd had the same dream as me, but it got me wondering if it's possible for our souls, living or not, to meet up in the dream world. If so, what's the name for this phenomenon?

This post is getting quite long, lol. One more thing though, and this is probably the most confusing experience to me. I'd be very grateful for any words of wisdom regarding these next dreams. I keep dreaming about a man I know. I've hardly spoken to him in real life, but when I do we are both very shy. I get the feeling he likes me, and I certainly like him. Also, I feel very drawn to him, not just a physical attraction, some deeper connection. Now, five times I've met him in my dreams and each time the dream suddenly grows in realism and all my senses suddenly increase. The dreams have been innocently romantic and each time they start getting 'interesting' I wake up! No fair, lol. The thing is, in one dream he told me his name, but it was different and he implied that we had known eachother before and he had lived and worked on a ship. I just don't know what to make of these dreams. My gut instinct is telling me that the dreams are more than just dreams. But another part of me is telling myself that I'm going nuts. Any thoughts?

Maybe someone here has experienced something similar, but any words of wisdom would be appreciated. Also, would some kind of reading be able to shed light on my connection this man? Thanks all.

rozanna
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Can We Meet Up with People in Our Dreams

Hi Floral-Leopard

 

Welcome to the Forum. 

I've met my Mum who passed 4 years ago in dreams and have occasionally dreamed about others who have passed, but I've not had experiences like the others you describe.  As our spirits are said to leave our bodies during sleep visit some of the astral planes, could your astral bodies be meeting up somewhere perhaps.

I quite often meet Mum in dreams, we are very often in a good-sized room in an old house, the walls are smooth stone, the windows painted white  with pointed arches.  The floor is old, wooden and well scrubbed.  There is no furniture.  I find myself waiting in this room, when suddenly a door appears in the far wall and Mum steps through it into the room.  We greet each other with a hug and a kiss (the first time it happened I thought if I attempted to hug her my hands would go straight through, but she felt solid enough, just like a normal person really).  She looked younger, perhaps in her 30's and she appeared to be 'brighter', not with a halo around her or anything, I don't know just brighter.  We walk around arm in arm chatting and I asked her how she was (she passed from cancer too) and she said she was fine and was with her grandmother and great grandmother.  After about the third dream I accompanied her to the door she came through and asked if I could see where she was now.  She said "Well, you can have a look but you won't be able to come in."  So I stood by the doorstep, and as she opened the door I could see all this bright white light.  We hugged and said goodbye and as she stepped ovder the threshold the light sudeenly cleared and I could see green fields, fields full of bluebells and primroses, areas of green woodland full of bluebells and primroses (where she lived as a child was like that so I wonder if we can create our own little area of the spirit world).  It looked very beautiful, and she looked so happy as well.

I sometimes see Mum inside my head during meditation classes, sometimes he's alone, other times she has her great grandmother Eliza with her.  It's strange, I never met Eliza on this world as she'd passed a long time before I was born, but have seen her quite a few times with Mum since Mum died.

A reading may be able to help.  I had a telephone reading to find out what was going on after Mum died.  My Dad had been seeing Mum on her own and sometimes with Eliza but neither of us knew who she was then and we thought that perhaps we were imagining the whole thing, but the medium said it wasn't our imagination, it was Mum who leaned over the bed and touched our faces, and kissed us and that she was with a lady whose name was part of the name Elizabeth, but it wasn't Beth.  Some research in the family found her name was Eliza.

Four years on Dad and I still see Mum on occasions, last Sunday Dad had nodded off in his armchair and wjhen he woke up Mum was sitting beside him.  He spoke to her and she said she had to go now and walked out the living room door.

We both like seeing her around.

I've always 'seen things' but Dad hadn't before Mum died, so whether his psychic sense had been dormant all these years (he's 82), and Mum's death triggered it I don't know.  I believe that everyone is psychic to some degree, so possibly it was dormant.  I know he doesn't laugh at me any more like he used to.

Regards

 

Rozanna