To ask if you’ve had a visitation dream?

[Unicornfairysoap]

what was it? Who were they to you? What was the message? Do you think it was really them?

(a visitation dream is when someone who has passed comes to us in a dream, different from a normal dream, the person normally acknowledges they’re deceased and then you wake up feeling like you knew you saw them)

friendly reminder that for some bereaved people this is all we have left, it’s ok if you don’t believe in it, just let us have this one)

Brought a tear to my eye, im sorry for the loss of your boy x

My grandmother, a few weeks after she passed. I can’t remember now what she said word for word but she essentially pointed out of a window and told me she shouldn’t be here.

I told my mum about it and she said there was an argument in the family as to whether she should be buried next to her husband or two of her sons that had passed.

I had a beautiful dream where my Dad and I were hiking and we got to the top of the mountain and I was saying we should probably head back down and he said, "I'm ok. I'm going to stay here. I like it". It really felt like he was was saying goodbye and I woke up feeling warm instead of sad.

A few days after my grandad died in 2013, I had a really vivid dream that he was walking up my front path, looking younger than I had ever known him but as he looks in photos from his young adulthood. I said ‘but you’re dead’ and he said ‘it’s fine though, I’ve come to tell you it’s fine.’ Later that day my dad told me, unprompted, that he had had the exact same dream the night before, right down to how my grandad was dressed and it being my front path he was walking on. I’m not a bit woo but can’t explain that one at all.

I only see him in my dreams a few times a year now but I always wake up feeling like I really have seen him, they aren’t like dreams at all. We always have a hug, he always smells just like he did, and he always says he’s come to tell me he’s fine.

I had a dream that my ex's sister came to see me and my dc to say goodbye (I did know she was ill, but I live a long way away and wasn't totally up to date on how she was doing). She told me that she was leaving tomorrow. The next afternoon my ex-MIL rang to tell me she had died. I'm not at all woo, but I felt so very sure she had come to say bye.

Not actually a dream, but as I was climbing into bed after my Dad died, I felt him wrapping his arms around me

This is my uncle’s story.

He’s deaf mute and was married to a woman who was also deaf. One day he had a dream where his father (my grandfather) appeared and told him to go see his wife. He woke up and she wasn’t by his side. He found her in the garage with another man.

I had a dream where I went downstairs into my kitchen ( my dad has never been to our current house) and he was standing there and gave me a big hug. It was so lifelike that I could feel his arm muscles around me and the wool of his jumper on my cheek. And then I woke up. It was bloody wonderful and I think about it often. When he died he was in pretty bad shape so it was lovely to have a more recent joyful memory to go back to.

I've only dreamt of my dad once in the 13 years since he died. He took me out to coffee and told me how much he missed me but he was so glad I'd had my son since his passing

I wish I could dream about him. I miss him so much but it seems like a block. But not dreaming about him makes his memory seem so far away now

Yes a very dear friend I worked with for over 25 years passed 3 years ago unexpectedly in her early 50's. Whenever she comes to me in my dreams I wake up feeling so calm and serene and often with a tears in my eyes. It's a beautiful feeling. Miss you and your amazing laugh T, you went too soon.

When my grandmother died I dreamt I woke by her sitting on the edge of my bed. (I was here in the UK she lived in Denmark and never left) I reached out to her. I could smell her 4711 perfume and the hint of smoke around her so strongly and I said to her. I never told you I loved you.. she replies. I knew that and you know I knew that..

Then I felt asleep again.

Many will say this was just a dream but I felt the weight of her on my bed and I knew it was her. Even if she was different in her appearance kinda blury and younger in appearance..

I still recall it vividly and I've never experienced it again..

I had a very weird "dream" once. I was going through a very difficult time, and was having difficulty sleeping as I was constantly worrying about one situation in particular. This particular night I was in bed, worrying, not sleeping and getting very emotional. I was crying and wishing it would all go away. I said out loud "somebody help me" or something like that, I don't remember exactly.

Suddenly a feeling of peace washed over me, the room took on a gold hue and I swear blind there was a kind face looking at me.

The next thing I knew, the alarm was going off. I felt I had slept for a fortnight, I felt so rested and that feeling of nagging worry that had been in the pit of my stomach for weeks had gone.

I felt on top of the world, and I was actually able look at my problems in a fresh light.

I don't know who the face was. It wasn't anybody I knew.

I did.

An uncle who I lived died by suicide at age 27.
i was a teenager.

I saw him in a group of people, I got to him and he turned around and smiled at me. I asked him “why?”
There was no note, no indication and out of the blue for us all.
He shrugged and said something along the lines of “it was just all of the people “… like he had pressure from those around him that was too much.

We, as a family, over 30 years on have never recovered or got over his death. It was the single most influential occurrence of my life. The consequences of which affect me every single day still.
It will continue to bring a deep deep sadness to my being until the day that I die.

I have yes. It's not something I talk about IRL.

After my grandpa died when I was 9 or 10 I dreamt I was swimming in a pool, when I got to the edge I looked up and my grandpa was standing at the edge of the pool. I was confused and he said 'I just wanted to let you know that I haven't really died, I'm always going to be around'.

It was a lovely dream and it brought be a lot of comfort at the time.

my mum died nearly 21/2 years ago and I have had a few dreams with her in them. The one that I remember the most is where I saw her and she seemed alive and I said “you were dead” and I was overwhelmed and embraced her tightly and kept saying I” love you” again and again. It was like when people say they wish they could see their loved one one more time to tell them how they feel.

I don't think it's a visitation dream, as I'm not woo, but I had a dream I was in my grandparents house and my grandad was standing there, back to his pre dementia self and he said "I'm fine" and laughed. I remember it so vividly though and that was about 6 years ago.

Not me, but when my little sister passed away my mum and my nan had the exact same dream of my grandad, who died when my mum was young. He came to the end of their beds, in different parts of the country, on the same night and was holding my sisters hand as if to say, it's OK I've got her. In the dream they were both wearing the same outfits, and they described it to each other identically. I'm still very skeptical and as a Christian a bit wary of this kind of thing but I can't deny the strange coincidence of this...nor the comfort it brought them both.

A close friend died when I was a teenager, we'd gone in different directions over the summer and had also had a minor falling out, so not seen each other. I was guilt stricken for that falling out afterwards, but twice he came to me in a dream and told me it was all OK and gave me a huge hug that felt absolutely visceral and real. It still took years to get over the loss, but those dreams gave me a lot of peace

Yes, with both my parents after they died. They were both more than dreams and I think that you'd have to experience one to understand. It wasn't that I dreamed about them but it was more of an experience. Both were many years ago but I can recall them both and it was in a strange way comforting, perhaps it was a goodbye?

My DF died in December, he was only 58. Shortly after I had a dream where he looked as he did about 10 years ago. He was telling me “I’m going to die on Sunday but it’ll be ok, I’ll be ok”. Obviously he’d already died but it felt very real, I woke myself up crying and am tearing up now just thinking about it!

Since then I’ve had a couple of dreams in which he appears as he did in the 90s when I was a child, when I think of him it’s those memories that make me the saddest and miss him most so I guess that’s why I dream of him that way.

Yes, the night of the day my dog died. He wasn’t just a dog, we were so connected for 15 years, it’s like we could read each others minds. When he was PTS it was unexpected and devastated doesn’t begin to cover how I felt. In the dream weirdly I was sat at some kind of banquet table and sobbing because he’d died, and then all of a sudden I felt a lick on my leg and he was there, I can’t describe it but he was actually there, I could feel him and he was looking at me as if to tell me it was ok. And then (in my dream) I became completely hysterical because I knew he was there but he was dead, and that would be the last time I saw him. And then he faded away and he’s never returned in any dream.

Yes - about a year after my mum died. I dreamed I had gone to the land of the dead and I saw my mum from behind. She turned round and she looked well and fit and she said “I’m fine” and we hugged and I thought - where’s my sister and she appeared in the dream
and we held each other. The emotion was so overwhelming I woke up crying and am crying as I write this. I have lots of dreams with my mum in but they are ordinary dreams. This was totally different. I rang my sister, expecting her to have had the same dream as the experience was so vivid and real, but she hadn’t. Sadly this makes me think that it was a manifestation of my brain as my mum would have come to both of us if she could. It was however very comforting and powerful.

Yes, after my Granny died, I dreamt I met her in a beautiful garden and I asked her to come back but she said she couldn't.

We used to joke that my Nan was psychic because she’d often ring when we’d had a bad day or bad news and ask what was wrong, she said she had a feeling that she had to get in touch. She was a nurse and said sometimes just before someone died that she had a strange feeling that someone was waiting for them, she could never put it into words. She was very matter of fact about it and hated discussing it or drawing attention to it, my parents always said though that if there was anything after death she would let us know.

When my Nan was dying of cancer she was estimated 6-9 months to live, she made peace with it and tried to make the most of her last days, she organised her own funeral and wanted as much time with family as possible.

Three months after her diagnosis she was still not visibly ill and there was no signs that she was close to dying. I went to sleep one night and dreamt she had sat on my bed and said she was so sorry she had to leave me and was proud of me and she had never had a chance to say she wanted people to wear purple at her funeral and not black.
I woke up to my partner sat on my bed looking so sad, I said “My Nans died hasn’t she?” He was surprised but said yes she’d died in the night and my parents had just called and asked him to tell me.
My dad later said my cousin had said similar after waking up and we both separately said my Nan had mentioned us wearing purple. My Nan had several grandchildren but she was particularly close to me and my cousin.
This has convinced me that it was more than a coincidence, before that I would have never believed in an afterlife.

My Nan and grandad were inseparable and he was diagnosed with cancer a few months later, when he died he had been seemingly unconscious but in his last moments he opened his eyes and smiled and lifted one of his hands out and said “Ok I’m coming Annie…”
Annie was my nans name.

When my mum died after my dad had passed a couple of years before I was curled up next to her and had been for hours, I’d been awake for about 30 hours and was drowsy but fighting to stay awake but I think I kept nodding off. Suddenly I smelt the aftershave my dad had worn for many years and it was so strong like he was next to me, my mum took her final breath and the smell disappeared.

As you can tell by this post I’ve suffered a lot of loss (and I’m still only in my 30’s) but these things do bring comfort. I don’t tell people because it sounds unbelievable to most people and I wouldn’t have believed anyone who told me similar things before I experienced them.
I’ve never encountered anything similar since but I like to think that someone is waiting for us when we die, even if it’s just wishful thinking it brings a comfort.