Spooky thread alert

[Youngmewouldsaywhat]

I am a grown up woman and my mother passed away recently.
I was very very sick last week and feeling a bit sorry for myself as thinking nobody really cares if I am not well apart from DH who’s been fantastic. In laws are not very demonstrative but to be fair don’t expect anyone to look after them either and when sick they tend to disappear. My own siblings tend to contact me when they need something but not very good if I need the support.

Anyways I survived and I am getting better every day. Now the spooky bit.

i went for a nap this afternoon as I felt exhausted and then I woke up with a bolt as I had something planned. I overslept so I sat up right quickly and opened and closed my eyes in the room that was dark but not too dark as it was 4 pm. Oh well I swear I saw my mum sitting up in bed all bathed in purple light. It was her alive and chatting like keeping me company.
I am sure it was not a dream as I was dreaming something totally different (I remember the dream) and she wasn’t in the dream. She was more like casually sitting up in the bed next to me and looking like her usual self I remember before she passed away. This didn’t scare me but made me feel like she was next to me saying look I am still here.

what is my AIBU?

AIBU - I imagined this and deceased relatives don’t come back to see us
AINBU - there’s still some conscience of deceased ones floating around and I just happened to capture some

I am puzzled tbh as it’s never happened to me. Maybe I am experiencing delirium 😜 but I am not that sick anymore just very very fatigued.

and since I am in bed not well… I would love to hear your spooky stories if you have any.

if you don’t believe please be kind…and let’s keep an open mind. It’s really nice to think that my mum was there today!

I am a Spiritualist and go to my local Spiritualist church.. the same one my lovely Mum used to attend .
She passed 29 years ago now but she often visits me..
I am living in the family home.
Sometimes she leaves me white feathers.
It's not spooky.. it's comforting.
And who is anyone to judge.
Wishing you an happy and healthy new year.
P.S perhaps you might enjoy an evening at your local Spiritualist church ( you might receive a message).

@brandyberry wow that is the book I was looking for. Great reading list I have now.

i am like you in a sense that I am very very logical but what happens in dreams help me make sense of reality.

having closure with dear ones who’s have passed away is the greatest and quickest way to deal with grief and mourning. My dear mum comes into my dreams all the times.

Also I had a dear friend who passed away suddenly visiting me to tell me it’s all good on the other side and he can now help heal people! That made me smile but deep down made me hopeful that somehow we acquire super powers on the other side! 😜

it’s a parallel world that our subconscious creates??

Thank you @Moier
what a lovely message!
what’s a spiritualist church if you don’t mind me asking?

When I was pregnant I had a beautiful golden light come through my bedroom window and I knew what it meant and it gave me great comfort.
what a lovely thread ❤

I unexpectedly lost my much loved cat. He visited me several times jumping on the bed in exactly the same spot and plodding over to get under the duvet for a cuddle until one day for some reason it spooked me and I was a bit afraid. Sadly he has never returned . I miss him so much.

That's lovely to know and really reassuring. In the almost 5 years since he died,it's only happened twice but it's lovely to "hear" him 🥰

Again,this has only happened a couple of times,but we lost my mother in law 15 years ago, very suddenly and only in her mid 50s. I've dreamt she had turned up at family events,saying she can't stay long and she has to go back. My sister in law has experienced similar.

Also the phone call dream,only once but I could also hear her taking a drag of her cigarette in between sentences,which she always smoked during a phone call

My mum died a few years ago. One of my adult DC had a very vivid dream, watching a young version of my mum run towards a young version of my dad (who died when I was young). There was even a specific piece of classical music playing - my mum absolutely loved classical music. I do like think yo visit that she was showing my DC that she was happy and reunited with my dad - it was a lovely dream.

I haven't had anything like that myself but I did have one dream about being at my mum's house with lots of family around including my new partner who my mum never met. In the dream my mum whispered in my ear that she didn't like him 😂😂
That could have been a message too I suppose!!

*like to think

Wow, thanks for that. Just Googled, 'Quantum Entanglement for beginners,' and found https://scienceexchange.caltech.edu/topics/quantum-science-explained/entanglement
I think I get some of it. :D It made me think though of the connection with myself here on Earth, and my higher self up in heaven.

On the subject of phone calls, I'm convinced that my mum gave me 3 lots of "3 rings" after she died!

I had the wee Voicemail symbol on my phone, twice the day she died and one the next day. I was surprised because my phone was with me constantly and always fully charged, so I didn't see how I'd missed a call. When I logged in though, it had the usual header "you have one new message" but there was absolutely nothing there, no static, no background noise, nothing whatsoever. I checked the call log and there was nothing there either, no calls apart from the ones I'd made to friends and family of course, and certainly no missed calls.

It did make me smile at the time, I said "Right mum, I hear you!"

Weird thing to happen though isn't it? It's never happened before or since.

I think that it's a well known experience, a dream but not a dream, more realistic somehow. I have experienced it twice with both of my parents, 20 years apart. Both times strangely comforting, as if they had come to say goodbye.

It’s mind blowing isn’t it! If you’re interested, I heard about it on a bbc podcast called ‘Witches’.

My mum died with Parkinsons last March :( She was only 73. I've never told anyone this before as it may sound silly but a couple of days after she died I was eating a bowl of porridge and the topping was rearranged into a huge heart-so distinct and so clear in shape that I noticed it straightaway and 'knew' it was a message from my mum. Since then, I've been seeing hearts everywhere: in clouds, on the steps at work first thing in the morning-even in leaves. Perhaps it is a case that I'm now on the lookout explains why I'm seeing them, but periods of time elapse....I'm not consciously looking, and there is another heart...could this be a message from my mum?

Sending love OP x And thank you for starting a thread that is just nice and comforting for those of us in the shitty club that us bereavement and have experienced "the weird" in its wake.

When my DP collapsed with a brain bleed a few weeks shy of two years ago, he came through the operation ok then suffered a second bleed (on my sodding birthday) which he wouldn't come back from. He was kept going for about three weeks overall, before the demise.

He tested positive for Covid (asymptomatic 🙄) on his initial admission, then was transferred to another hospital and we were barred from visiting for two weeks, which was hell as I just had to keep phoning and only managed to speak to him briefly before the second bleed.

After the second bleed, I had a very vivid dream where I was visiting him in an old fashioned hospital. The walls were yellow and the bed was white metal. His best friend, a musician, was also there, playing his guitar - they had been in bands together. My DP wasn't talking - but there were yellow post it notes sort of floating up from the walls all with words on relating to cognitive functions, as if I could see them slipping away. Everyone was still hoping for a miracle, but it very much confirmed my gut feeling that things were going irretrievably South - you could say the writing was on the wall.

After he died, I had to arrange his funeral, obviously, with help but it was a big affair as he was well known in our community. Anyway it was around 3am and I'd just finished writing his eulogy. I know I was tired, in shock really, and on absolute autopilot as I went up to our bedroom. I went round to his side of the bed to plug in my phone and tablet to charge them. As I stood up I heard the creak of the floorboard just inside the bedroom door and saw him, clear as you like walk past the wardrobes and dissappear round the end of the bed, wearing his dressing gown which I was wearing in reality. We have a wardrobe at the end of the bed with the TV on the back - it's part of our scaffolding "four poster" set up - he was creative like that. I tiptoed round the end of the bed but of course he wasn't there. I even tried to recreate the whole thing by repeating my movements to see if it was a trick of the light, but couldn't recreate anything like it - and I absolutely heard the floorboard creak so felt he was just coming to bed as usual which was comforting but also 😳

I had alot of other weirdness...for example, he was a body piercer of 30 years, hence his high profile locally. And his birthday was Valentines Day. I had to pick his burial plot on that day, as that was the only time the council guys could accommodate us. So the irony of picking out a hole for someone who made holes in people for a living on his birthday, with all the Valentines association with cupid firing arrows etc was a bit 😳 too.

Because there had to be a post mortem, we couldn't have his funeral till March. For various logistical reasons, it ended up being on the 11th - my late mothers birthday - she had died about 18 months before and I'd nursed her through her last month in our home. So that was many shades of WTF as well.

I've had several dreams since which have a theme of trying to find him at a party or big event, but never quite being able to catch up with him. This mirrored our life together perfectly.

The last vivid dream I had, though, was a bit 😳. I have a table and chairs outside my shop which we started together. So in this dream, I was called outside by someone - can't recall who - and he was sitting there. I knew he was dead, but before I could get a grasp on things I was told by whoever had summoned me that he wanted me to explain what had happened to him - and I woke up in a bit of a panic......

Other weirdness. So he'd been vocalist in a Gothic band, which hadn't been active for a while. After he died I was sent a clip of what they'd been working on a few years prior.. and the lyrics were all about someone sitting by the bedside of a dying person who was "closing the book" and they could feel them there.

Another song from that band was completed and was called "Locked Inside"..... all about someone in a coma from their perspective which was very poignant.

Finally, the sword incident. So I mentioned our scaffolding four poster. The "canopy" is made from a number of his decorative sword collection, zip tied in place. I'd had to take one of a pair of large dress swords down to access one that a friend had lent him which he wanted back. They're about 4 feet long and heavy with it, in scabbard etc. So it's been propped up between my bed and bedside table for weeks and hasn't moved an inch.

I woke up around 6am recently, no idea why as I'm not an early riser. My cat was curled up right next to me, so I was half asleep and just stroking him. Suddenly something went down with a clatter so I sat up to discover this sword had tipped forward and the pommel was almost at the foot of the bed. I hadn't touched or knocked it, neither had my cat as I was still stroking him when it went down. In practical terms I could understand if it had slid on its point with the pommel ending up near the head of the bed, but it had literally pivoted and the point was at least two to three feet from where it had been propped. Difficult to explain and I can't replicate it at all.

Anyway, I do believe there are more things in heaven and earth and all that, and I find it intriguing and comforting. Or I'm nuts, but either way, if hes still about being his chaos monkey self, then I'm thankful.

To my fellow bereaved, whatever gets us through should be allowed to stand, and I send my love.

And sorry for the length of this.

When my Gran died, I had the same dream now and again, over a period of weeks maybe months as it’s almost 30 yrs ago and I can’t remember how long it went on for. The dream remains vivid however. I was always in her house and had to get the house ‘ready’ for her to visit. That meant lighting the open fire in the living room and getting it up to a lovely roaring warm state. What I remember most about those dreams was the electric feeling of anticipation of her coming. I can never recall her actually arriving though.
My mother said she had the same dreams.
I also remember my Gran’s voice in my head telling me that she could still talk to me, meaning in my dreams.

My Grandmother died after an operation when I was in my mid teens, it was a simple procedure and low risk but she was adamant that this was it and she wouldn't survive, as a family my mum, aunts and uncles tried to reassure her. She was in great health, mid fifties and nothing to suggest that anything would go wrong. She had the operation on a Monday and never woke up again, they turned her life support off a few days later.

The night before the funeral I was lying in bed awake, (insomnia's a lifelong friend.) About 2am I heard a bang, from her room my mum called my name. I was going to shout back but before I did I could smell my Grandmothers very distinctive perfume. I will swear until the day I die I felt someone rub my leg, just like she used to when putting us to bed and felt her say that she was alright. From my Mum's room I heard her start crying. The next day at the funeral my parents, aunts and uncles were talking about her when my aunt said she was sure that Mother had came back to say goodbye. All had felt something.

I have a coincidence/synchronicity. Three years ago my mum was admitted to hospital with a strangulated bowl from a hiatus hernia. She couldn't eat or drink anything or she would die. She had to wait 3 days for her life saving op as she was on blood thinners and they had to come out of her system. She ended up having the op on her 70th birthday. Previously the dr had said there was a large chance she wouldn't make it and would be in ICU for at least a week. In the end she come out so well she didn't have to go in ICU! Anyway, I'm digressing. She went back into hospital last November, her bone cancer had morphed into leukaemia (We didn't know that at the time, just thought it was a really, really bad chest infection.)
All the relatives were called into the hospital on Weds 6th December 2023 as it wasn't looking good. Whilst we were sat around her bed I noticed on the drip stand the last date of inspection was the same day as her 70th birthday!
Maybe we had her for borrowed time. She died on Saturday the 9th December 2023.
(I hope that all makes sense, and/or you can see the connection. Sorry for all the background. I'm still processing it and just needed to write out what came. Thank you for allowing me that.)

My Dad died unexpectedly and I threw myself into sorting out all his business for Mum. I remember feeling exceptionally down the one morning walking home from school drop off and thinking about a few things I had yet to do. I remember thinking ‘what on earth am I going to do about that?’ And as clear as day I heard my Dad say in my head “whatever your Mum wants to do’.
It took me a few months to sort everything out after which I had a vivid dream where my Dad came to me and shook my hand.
It was about a year or two later that I had one of my waves of grief hitting me from nowhere and I was missing him much more than usual and would give anything to see him. I wished that he would visit me in my dreams before I went to sleep.
I did indeed have a visit in my dreams from my Dad that night. He stood there with his lips pursed, head slightly tilted as if my asking him to come was in some way wrong. He couldn’t speak, I seemed to know that. I remember an immense feeling of happiness at seeing him which I felt in the dream and when I was awake. Both dreams were vivid and still are, they gave me comfort.

I just wanted to send everyone who's posted here a big hug. Your stories are so reassuring and I'm even more convinced our loved ones are with us all the time.

I was a complete non-believer till I experienced a lockdown in one of the most haunted places in Ireland.
There was a part where they housed mentally ill patients and we were standing there in complete dark. Now, you would believe that tricks like I don't know, banging etc. would be obvious but the scariest thing I experienced there was someone passing me by, smelling like, not sure how to call it and don't bash me for it, but "old people". That musty stench of stale urine, dirt and unwashed neglected body. Noone like that was in our group.
As I said, anything else could have been staged and really obvious and in yor face spooky but this was just a random thing, 2 seconds of time.
I believe I felt my Grandda's presence in the house where he passed away when we spent the night there just before his funeral.

My mother died in November 2022, and on the anniversary of her death my son said his bedroom door opened and closed during the night, then on Christmas morning last week he asked who had been in his room during the night as again he’d woken to the sound of the door opening and then closing during the early hours.
None of us had, we’re a family of adults and respect each others privacy and would knock before opening a closed door (and would disturb anyone during the night anyway unless absolutely necessary).
He said it’s now happened twice though and he’s convinced it’s my mother as when he was little he’d stay with my parents on occasions and she’d open the door to check on him at various times during the night. They had a lovely bond and with him being the baby of the family she did tend to fuss over him.

My own experience happened a week after my father in law died. It was the start of January and I’d been into town with our other son, he was two at the time. I’d put my bag on the stairs while I got him out of his buggy in the hall and then I followed him into the living room, put the TV on and we settled down on the sofa. Suddenly there was a bang in the hall, I thought my bag had fallen onto the wooden floor so went in expecting to pick it up but it was on the stairs where I’d left it. Nothing had fallen.
I walked back into the living room and a Christmas card was on the floor. When I picked it up I saw it was the one from my father in law.
None of the other cards displayed alongside it had fallen and there wasn’t a draft.

Loving these posts of eternal life & love. Thank you all for posting.

So many beautiful stories

If it brings you comfort doesn't matter if it's real or not!

I agree with this, we don't have to know if everything is real I don't think, it just matters if the comfort it gives you feels real.

I have always been very sceptical of things like this, however since my dad died I have had a few similar encounters and whilst I wouldn't say I outright believe now, I'm definitely open minded and like to think the ones we love are at peace when they die but also still around us ❤️

When he was in hospital he was actually doing quite well and deteriorated very quickly. I had such a realistic dream, i can't explain it- it wasn't scary or sad, it felt comforting even though I just knew he had died (the hospital didn't phone for another hour for various reasons). I was walking towards him and he was just as I remember him from when I was a child (he used to always say the happiest time of his life was when we were young), I kept walking but couldn't reach him; but he was smiling and I felt so content and joyful. I woke up and as I said I just knew, still when they said I did have a shiver. The next day a Robin flew into my house, this was during the summer and never seen one in the garden before let alone the house! What's even weirder is that my brother sent me a photo later that day saying how random is this, he had one too. Of course could be coincidence but what are the chances of it? I don't know, I took comfort from them.