Has anyone ever had a visitation dream?

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What was it like?
I think I have
About 15 years ago I had a dream I was sitting up in bed and I looked down and was wearing the pjs I had wore for bed.
My mum was sat on the bed (who died 5 years earlier ) she looked healthy again and was smiling.
She told me how much she loved me and for me to know she would never ever leave me.
Then she said she had to leave now.
I didn't want her to go.
We hugged and then I woke up straight away.
I actually thought I had spent time with her.

Then another was two weeks ago.
I walked into my nanas house and she was stood there looking healthy and wearing her favourite green jumper.
I said "how are you back" she said "I would never leave you,I'm always around"
The we hugged and I seen a really bright light appear and I left and then woke straight up.

They both felt so so real.
Could they be visitation dreams?
Normally I forgot my dreams.
I remember them so vividly.
I could feel my nanas touch and hug and it felt so real.

Yes. About 16 years ago, dreamt my Grandad came to visit and gave me a huge hug, it felt so real! I woke up and burst into tears, I missed him so much and the hug was amazing.

Haven't had one since

What's a 'visitation dream'?

I've certainly had dreams in which a beloved dead relative has reappeared I once had an incredibly vivid one (which included the specific jingling sound of a pair of old sandals he used to wear unfastened around the house) in which my granddad came walking past the house, and when I said 'I thought you were dead!' he laughed and said it had been an 'administrative error' but it's nothing more than my own understandable wish to see someone I loved again, not some kind of supernatural proof of life beyond the grave.

I have had equally vivid dreams about meeting Emily Bronte, being the coach of a Latin American football team, who were somehow based in my grandmother's house, and being able to fly.

If you are into Carl Jung, dreams represent a really important insight into our unconscious minds. A nightly visit to our unregulated thoughts and feelings...a gift in that sense because there are no limits on what you can think and feel.

Your unconscious is more than capable of summoning up vivid dreams about loved ones so it’s not necessarily a visitation, just a reflection of your thoughts and feelings.

From Jungian perspective, it’s more important to interpret the dream with knowing what feelings you were experiencing in the dream, what was significant about the jumper, what timeline was the dream placed in, was the relationship with your mother the same in the dream as real life...that sort of thing

Basically, what is your unconscious trying to tell you

I have dreamt about both my nanas, it was so lovely to hear their voices again, the dreams have always left me with a lovely warm feeling, I suppose it must be something to do with the unconditional love they gave me, I could smell them too which was lovely as they both smelt of things you dont really see these days, like palmolive soap.

Yes my grandad

I've never had one about my dad though and I'd love to see him again

Well I did once not long after he died and in my dream he was living in a different part of town but I couldn't find him, i had a sense that he didn't want to be found, he'd moved on and when I did find him he was a little hazy and he told me not to find him because he was happy in his new place and I wasnt to worry.

Felt gutted but accepted it and I've never dreamed about him since. He was a very much loved member of our family and close to my children. I was his only daughter too.

I was 22 and, on the night of my Darling Dad's funeral, I fell asleep, totally wiped out with grief, in his armchair. I dreamt he had gently taken my hands, pulled me to my feet and sent me up to bed , simply saying "it'll be alright "

Yes..about 9 months after my Dad suddenly died.
I dreamed I was in a pub garden and suddenly he was there.. it was absolutely technicolour and so beautiful. I asked him how he could be there when he was dead and he just laughed and suggested we sat out on the grass, and when he sat down I realised he wasn't arthritic (he was young but had arthritis from childhood) any more and that he looked about 40. I asked if I could take a photo of him with my phone and he said he didn't think it would work what with him being dead and all!

When I woke up I felt like he was telling me he was OK now. I'm very anti-woo but it was so comforting!