Dreams of your Loved Ones

[Gore]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

[Aisling]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
While I do tend to dream about loved ones around the significant dates in their lives, it's nothing I put into the category of 'crazy dreams'.  I can't say why this happens to other people, but I know that I dream of them because they've been in my conscious waking thoughts around those dates.

[RandallS]

I can't say why this happens to other people, but I know that I dream of them because they've been in my conscious waking thoughts around those dates.

Same here. That's when I'm most likely to be thinking about them. so I'm not surprised that that's when I am most likely to dream about them.

[stitchinwith]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
I've never had a crazy dream about a loved on, only nice ones.  And the dreams are so real, that when I wake , it's me that goes a little crazy when reality hits that the departed are no longer here.

My dreams are not confined to significant dates associated with the loss of a loved one.  Memories of them are triggered by words, locations and of course photograph albums.  Any one of these things, and countless others besides, can be the springboard for my dreams.

The funniest dream I had was of a telephone conversation with my mother, who was insisting I go to the supermarket, buy groceries, and take them to her when I finished work.  Nothing funny in that you might think.  I can laugh at it now, but that day when I finished work, I went to the supermarket.  Being unfamiliar with the items I recalled from the phone call, I had to trail up and down the aisles to locate the products.  Two hours later I had everything packed up and paid for and loaded into the car.  

On the drive to my mothers house I suddenly remembered she was dead, and had been for eight years!  You can imagine how dreadful I felt, and how stupid!  I had all these groceries that I didn't need or would be able to find a use for, so I did the only thing I could do, I took them over to my aunt, and put them in her cupboards.

[dragonfaerie]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

I dream about my mother often. Sometimes they're just dreams, and other times it seems like I'm communicating with her from the other side. I'm actually a bit disappointed that I haven't felt her presence more, since we were both into the paranormal and she'd had an NDE when I was a child.

Karen

[R03e]

I dream about my mother often. Sometimes they're just dreams, and other times it seems like I'm communicating with her from the other side. I'm actually a bit disappointed that I haven't felt her presence more, since we were both into the paranormal and she'd had an NDE when I was a child.

Karen

 
I have dreams of my father too, but in everyone none of them related to what we ever did in real life, but none the less they are pretty realistic. Not only that but in every dream he is still alive. In some not only is he alive but not even sick or never was sick. sometimes he is still alive but still sick and we somehow managed to keep him alive.

In my last dream with him alive I remember there was this structure/building that is next to our house that belongs to a rich man. trust me this is not how it like in real life so I have no idea why I dreamed of it or what it was exactly. I know there was a weird machine on the yard that look like something from a Tim Burton movie. It been weeks so it hard to explain.

I don't even remember exactly what happened in the dream I just know he was in it and alive. I do remember the my family was in the building that belongs to the man who is unnamed, but I think there was mention of the guy dying. I haven't told anyone because I hardly tell anyone period about my dreams with my father in it even after finding out that my mother dreams of him too.  I also remember wearing clothes that were quite old fashioned, maybe Victorian era something like that.

I can see why I would dream of him and not surprised that I do, but I don't understand why mine are quite weird and they aren't necessary about him or our life he is just in the dreams. Then again I do have a weird mind.

[earth_dragon]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
I dream about my parents often, not just around certain dates. And I wouldn't describe the dreams as crazy at all. In fact, if anything, my dreams are about me and my parents just doing normal, everyday things.

[fallenangel]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
I do not remember my dreams (one has to be able to sleep in order to have them, and since I suffer from insomnia...), on the rare occurance that I do, I am the one who tends to go crazy. The ones that I do remember are...very realistic and when I wake, I spend a few moments trying to figure out if it was a dream...or not. We usually dream of something that we are thinking about prior to sleeping. The dream process has been described as the brain being a huge filing cabinet and it is using the daily/nightly sleep cycle to process what is important, needs to be saved and what can be "recycled"..the result is our dreams.

[R03e]

I do not remember my dreams (one has to be able to sleep in order to have them, and since I suffer from insomnia...), on the rare occurance that I do, I am the one who tends to go crazy. The ones that I do remember are...very realistic and when I wake, I spend a few moments trying to figure out if it was a dream...or not. We usually dream of something that we are thinking about prior to sleeping. The dream process has been described as the brain being a huge filing cabinet and it is using the daily/nightly sleep cycle to process what is important, needs to be saved and what can be "recycled"..the result is our dreams.

 
About the part about waking up n wondering if it happened or not been there done that. Just recently thought for awhile I could ride a motorcycle or have seen a bald eagle up close in a park.

[EclecticWheel]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
When my friend was killed in an accident, I had nightmares about her for months.  But one night she showed up in my dreams in a different way.  I only remember seeing her face.  She was smiling, she had a glow about her.

I don't remember us using words, but we were having a lively conversation.  I had experienced a recent change in my spiritual orientation that was very important for me.  I remember her telling me how far I had come spiritually and how excited she was for me.  I woke up from the dream feeling peaceful and comforted.

She still shows up in my dreams from time to time, mainly in insignificant ways.  In the dreams I can't ever remember her passing away.  It's like she's still a part of my life.

[BardicBird]

Do any of you guys experience crazy dreams of you loved ones around their birthday or the day of their death? Any reason why we do? Any stories anyone wants to share?
Thanks guys!
-Todd

 
Trying to figure out the best way to answer this - yes, no clue, and if you want perhaps? I know, I know. A wealth of helpfulness I'm sure. Let me try to do a bit better (although someone might want to pull my tailfeathers if I prattle too much!

First off the "Yes" (and also covers the 3rd)which does seem rather unhelpful. Have I in the past? Yup. First time I remember being conscious of it was the day my mom's mom died. I apparently wandered into my parents room around 2am and cheerfully announced in that irritatingly perky way only a 3 (and a half! as that always seems so important at that age) year old can have padding into a room at 2 that gramma had died, wasn't that GREAT? No more cancer! No more headaches! Now she can play! And as I'm prattling, the phone rings and its my uncle, telling mom the hospital had called and she had past just an hour before. I would spend the next 4 years of my life getting shuttled from one shrink to the next as mom tried to deal with my apparent 'trauma' of Gramma's death - because what other then trauma (she would later switch it to a call for attention, trouble making, and/or simple willful evilness) would cause her to wander into my room and (as I talk in my sleep. Still do. Have to have a rule in my marriage that if at least one foot isn't firmly on the floor AND my eyes are open - nothing said or agreed on counts. I may LOOK awake, but it's all on auto pilot, leave a message at the beep, or more usefully, write down what you need to me know because I will answer, I will look alert - it's all my body just trying to make the noises go away, stop bothering me, and does what it needs to appease whoever is being bothersome) hear me talking to my grandmother. And over time, other folks. I stopped for a long time, from about 14-18, pushing it down to stop getting into trouble. There is a maximum amount of holy water a person can choke down without concern about long term effects. I had to work really hard to pull down walls I had built at 18, because I ~hadn't known my aunt (godmother, best friend, would have loved this place) passed. To make matters worse, my folks decided 'for my own good' to not tell me until 2 days later when exams were done.

I kinda sorta put my hand through a wall when they told me. NOT my finest moment. And sadly something I've done 4x in my life. But hey, I learned how to drywall like a champ so, it balances out.

I realized I had so completely tried to shut down that 'evil' side of me, that I had lost something. Lost something I ~needed~ almost as much as air and meat. Burning out the circuits as hard/fast/desperate as I had, had been a bad call. Luckily, I think I had an angel or something looking out for me (Patron of children and idiots perhaps? I qualified heavily as both.) and what I thought I had razed to the ground and salted the earth over... turned out to just be cinderblocks and concrete walls to rip thru. Still a real pain in the butt to shift, but not un-doable. Not knowing, not hearing, as tough as it often can be to hear/see/know - and that's something I don't see mentioned often. It CAN be an amazingly peace giving moment, things allowed to be shared, to be as finished as you can before you click over and rejoin that walk. But sometimes... it can feel a bit like you got a 20 minute hall pass, behind bulletproof glass and using a phone with a crap connection to get to see what might be your hearts own desire... and knowing you can't get through the wall here. You can't touch them. You can't have them back. Sometimes that visit can make the grieving process that much harder.

Second? No clue. They miss us? They are just gossipy and bored? Something we need and they get temporary hallpasses to try and reach through a thick skull and help a loved one? (from this, you might assume, correctly, that I have a slightly... eclectic view of the after.) But nothing remotely solid.

I still don't get those hallpasses as much as I did as a kid, and the connection has never again been as strong, as clear. I think I got handed a do-over, but I had proved I hadn't protected the first 'gift' so I got a scratched up lens and a pair of earplugs to shuffle thru.

Luckily?

I come from a long line of persistent, pain in the butt, will yell until you nod and agree stubborn folk. So as needs must, and as it can, it happens.