To ask if anyone has conversations with people who have passed in their dreams?

[sprinkleofsunshine]

First of all I’ll start by saying I’m not really into any Witchery poo. However on a few separate occasions now I have seen relatives/friends who have passed on in my dreams. That’s not so strange but the dreams have been so vivid, shortly after one close family member died I had a dream where they came back and told me they were fine not to worry. I’ve also had dreams where I’ve been asked about things going on with me currently by them: ie; when I was carrying dd2 I had a dream from said close family member who asked how I was getting on, what I would name her etc and about upcoming events in my life work etc. Usually the dreams are then telling me they are fine and that they will ‘check in’ with me again soon. Probably nothing but seems so real at the time. Interested to know if anyone else has experienced the same?

I had very vivid conversations with a dead aunt while pregnant with my DD.

When DD was born she was the spitting image of aunt as a baby. She still bears very striking similarities to my aunt.

My gran passed a few weeks back but she seems to be in my dreams almost every night, once she went on about her coat and i have her coat in my cupboard, im scared to check the pockets now
I like it though. One of the first ones she was back home and we were telling her about everything that happened to her. It felt like she was "alright now" wherever she is

My grandmother brought me and up I lived with her until my early 20s
I often have dreams of her lecturing me or jst having general chit chat with me jst like she did when I lived with her. The dreams seem so real it's like dejavu.

When my first dog died I had a vivid reoccurring dream for years afterwards. In the dream I had lost her and spent the night trying to find her, occasionally I would get close and hear her bark, but never quite find her. I used to wake up in tears. When my second dog died in April, I dreaded this same dream starting up about him. I had the dream maybe twice, and then one night I was asleep and I felt like he was standing by my bed looking and me, and then he jumped up and lay down against my stomach. It was so real, I could feel the weight of him against me and the mattress dip. We lay like that for a while and then I told him that I loved him, missed him terribly but that he had to go now, and he did. I haven´t had the same dream of losing him since. I don´t think it was more than a dream, but I do think it was a way for my brain to process his loss and stop the upsetting dreams.

Grandma always used to make me write my name when she babysat me when I was little, then she used to sing Humpty Dumpty to me afterwards as a reward. I had a dream about her a couple of years ago where she made me write the words "Humpty" and "Dumpty" at the top of a page. She then proceeded to that rhyme to me - in German! I don't know how I knew that it was German and I'd never heard it before, but I did. And then, recently, I was sorting through a bunch of things that I hadn't seen for years and I found something that she had typed out for me on her typewriter.

It was several versions of Humpty Dumpty... one of them in German.

I remember dreaming about a much loved aunt who had died at a time when I was unable to say goodbye to her. That I hadn't said goodbye upset me greatly. I was on a train and she on the platform. I saw her out of the window and shouted to her.
She looked so well and happy and 40 years younger. I told her how well she looked and she was smiling and said she was fine.The train started to pull away and I remember holding her fingers through the top window as we were talking. I remember calling out her name as the train was pulling away, as I almost forgot to tell her that I was sorry I didn't say goodbye and she said it didn't matter.
I remember being absolutely convinced this had really happened. I still believe she 'came' to me so I could say goodbye and I was so happy she looked so well and joyful. It was an enormous comfort to me as I had always felt so guilty about not going to see her in hospital before she died.
I don't believe that we know everything about everything. I'm not very woo, but she really was. I miss her so much.

My big sister died when I was 9 (about 30 years ago) and the night after she died I dreamt she came to me (in a bright white space) and I sobbed on her that I loved her so much and begged her not to leave me. She said that she just had to go as it was her time. It's one of the only things I remember really vividly from that whole part of my childhood as I have big blanks about a lot of it.

Then a few weeks ago I had a dream about her again, which was odd for me as that last one was such a long time ago, where she was in my parents bedroom lying down curled up on their bed with them lying next to her and I ran over to her and hugged her as hard as I could and asked her not to go again, sobbing the whole time. It was really odd as I had to shout to them "Look she's here!!" and wake my parents up. I woke up sobbing and later that morning had to call my parents to check they were ok & nothing had happened. I'm not really woo but I found both dreams comforting despite the sobs.

I miss her so much.

My ex FIL came to me in a dream just after he died. It was a short dream but very vivid and he said something to me which was significant. Could’ve just been my brain processing the situation at the time but I have a friend who has had similar experiences recently with people who have passed and came to talk to her and say goodbye in her dreams.

I dream about my db. He died in 2015, I'm always amazed to see him and we laugh and I'm always so happy to see him, then as the dream goes on I realise he's still dead and am devastated all over again. When I wake up I'm comforted that I've seen him and spoken to him. My dm passed away just a year later but Ive only dreamt of her twice but I didn't get the same burst of emotions from them as I get from dreams of my db.

Many years ago I had a dream about my late grandfather. I was wandering around their garden and I saw him. I said to him, 'Where have you been? I thought you'd died.' And he replied 'I've been in Poland - didn't you know?' (He's buried there, and he and my grandmother used to make extended visits there to see family). A few weeks later, my grandmother passed away at 102.

A few months after this I dreamed I saw them both sitting together on a beach that had no buildings or anything artificial. We had some chit chat and I said, 'I can hear you clearly here. I used to find it so hard to understand you.' He said, 'Well, here it doesn't matter what language you speak. Everyone understands you.'