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)

One of my sisters died young and unexpectedly. Not long afterwards I dreamt that we were walking by a river. I was upset that she had died and she held my hands and said that it was just how things turned out.
She walked away then and I knew that I couldn't follow her.

A few years after that, I was in a friends house and we both smelt an over powering scent of patchouli oil, which was what she used to wear. We had been talking about people we had lost. My friend didn’t have any patchouli in the house and I wasn't wearing any.

I had this after my baby granddaughter died...i couldn't sleep, funeral next day, distraught. I got up to turn the light on early hours, absolutely shattered from no sleep and full of grief for a week..and someone held touched my hand as i turned the light on...like a warm soft hold..like 'stop'... wait itll be ok. I cried so much but felt more settled, i think it was one of my grandparents.

I wish I had dreams with my parents more often. My dad died over 30 years ago and my mum died 6 years ago. It doesn't happen often for me despite the fact they are in my thoughts every day. I thought my sub conscious mind would bring them to me more often .
Hours before my mum.passed she told us she kept seeing my dad. At the side of her bed. I think he came to be with her and comfort her.

When pregnant with DD, I remember vividly my grandmother being sat next to the bed. She held my hand and said it was all going to be ok. It was the warmth of her hand that stuck with me the most.

Shortly after a very dear friend died from suicide, I dreamt that I saw her. She hugged me whilst I sobbed and then we said goodbye.

I’m not especially woo but the mind plays such powerful tricks. Both dreams were so clear and full of emotion.

My grandad died of throat cancer when I was five. I didn't know he was dying, or that he had cancer. Just that he was poorly and had a 'sore throat'

He and my granny had gone away on holiday to Portugal, unbeknownst to me- 'one last time before he was too sick to travel'. I just knew they gone away for a week.

I had a dream he was sitting on the end of my bed. He told his throat had stopped hurting, he felt great and he was in the nicest place he'd ever been. I thought he'd just got over whatever bug he had that was giving him a sore throat and was enjoying being on holiday! I really didn't put two and two together as I was pretty clueless about the whole situation what with only being 5 years old and all.

I must have woken up, because apparently I came downstairs around 10pm, and quite cheerfully told my mum the good news about my grandad feeling much better. She packed me back off to bed as you would.

At around 11pm, my mum got a phone call from my granny asking how to get my grandads body back to the UK. He had died in his sleep in the hotel, in his favourite place in the world, next to the woman he loved

My mum (who is a bit spooky herself) said my dad went as white as a sheet on hearing that conversation, but that she was expecting it after I told her about my dream

Yes I have, it was my step father. In the dream we were at my mother's house sitting around her table having coffee in the exact chairs we always sat in when we did this. He said 'this is nice isn't it' and I said 'but you're dead'. He looked me straight in the eyes and said 'everything is going to be alright'. Then I woke up. It felt very, very real and not like normal dreams. I felt it was a message for my mother as she's someone who never dreams and that I needed to pass on the message to her.

Yes. The person was an angel.

Also, another time my sister had been attacked on a night out. She called to me for help, in the middle of the night. I sat bolt upright in bed, ran in to tell mum & dad. Then the house phone rang & it was a local hospital, saying she’d been brought in & to come straight away. This was before mobile phones.

Yes a very vivid dream of my mum who had died a couple of months previously. She was knocking at my front room window and I let her in knowing she wasn't here anymore. She said it was lovely to see me, hugged me and said she had to go now. Very comforting.

I grew up hearing it is when someone wants to let you know something have had some strange dreams of family that have passed all lovely dreams.

I had a dream about a small old man over 20 years ago that was sat next to me and said be careful driving. The snow was bad at the time and i was a nervous driver so I thought nothing of it. The next night my son had a very bad throat infection so we had to go to the out of hours doctor and then in to the city centre for a 24 hour chemist. We were going slow and we were pulled at a junction when I started to feel very panicked. I told my husband to stop I was freaking out nearly crying the car behind us came around us and took a right turn. This was when another car ran in to it and smashed it in to the wall of a big building. This is when we lived in our previous house and I never recognised this man as being related. Seven years later in our new house I woke up and saw the man from my dreams sat at the end of the bed looking in the cot at our new baby. One of our children always spoke about the old couple that they used to see in the house.

I think I did. My nan passed away at 96, 6 weeks after breaking her hip. I lived in a different province at the time, and I wasn’t home when she died. But. I was able to fly back for 3 weeks while she was in the hospital. We knew she was dying, but the nurses kept her comfortable and gave her good drugs, so strangely, we had some good laughs, her and I. The morphine loosened her tongue and she told all kinds of stories and held court in her hospital room.

She died a week after I flew back to my place, and a few mornings later I work up to see her sitting on my bed in her blue housecoat. I was like “Oh hey Nan.” And we had a general chat like normal. Then she was gone and I realized I must have dreamt it. But who knows?

A few years later my other grandmother died and my mother had one of these dreams about her mother in law. But not so pleasant. It was during Covid, and she woke up one morning and said to my dad “Your mother was here last night” and then realized it was a dream. He asked what she was doing, and my mother said “well, she walked in our bedroom, completely ignored me, and then sat against the wall staring at you and she looked kind of p*ed off actually.” 😀

When my gran died I got the phone call during the night, I cried myself to sleep and had a dream that we were sitting at her dining table, bright warm sunlight streaming in through the window. She was saying that she's ok now. Then I woke up.

This was 4 years ago now and the thought still brings me comfort

I've had two, I think. The first was when my dad died in the early hours of the morning and none of us were able to be with him. That night I went to bed and dreamed that I walked into our living room and he was sat in his chair, in his dressing gown and pyjamas. He looked at me and smiled and said "I'm alright girl. I'm just resting and listening to music while I wait for them to come and get me". I asked him if I could wait with him and I sat at his feet until I realised he wasn't there anymore. I remember he looked happy and pain-free for the first time in years.
The second was about 6 months after mum died (10 months after dad). I was stood in a street looking at a bench. My mum and dad were sat together, holding hands like they would every day they were together. I didn't speak to them, and they didn't seem to see me, but I stood and watched them for ages. I remember really vividly a warm wind blowing me. It was incredibly peaceful and they looked so happy to be together. It was just such a huge comfort.

This happened to me with my first late husband, he told me he was still dead but he had saved all his energy to come back to tell me he loved me and to give me a cwtch. He told me that he would stay with me for as long as he could but that if I looked at him he would have to go. He laid behind me and put his arms round me. Whether anybody believes this actually happened or not doesn't matter to me as i can still remember the sense of comfort and love I felt when I woke up and that was 23 years ago.

Hope your sister was okay its nice to think that there is someone out there looking out for you. I did not go on a holiday to Sharm el sheikh at the last minute I missed out on a 7 day holiday. Later found out the same week a security guard raped a tourist in the hotel. I would always take heed of dreams or a gut feeling.

I had sepsis and was extremely ill in hospital. My Nan was standing at the end of her road, smiling 😃 and waving. She had a look of triumph on her face(often in real life had same expression) some of my happiest times were spent in her garden with lovely smelling roses.next day nurse said I nearly died!

I had a similar dream with my Mum that ended in a hug. When I woke up I could still “feel” the hug and a physical sense of it actually happening. I cried my hours out. It felt comforted at the same time.
my Mum died three years ago and it has only happened once but I hope it happens again soon.

I'm finding these comforting to read. I hope when I die I'll see my late husband again. I also hope by the time I go my daughters will have new families for support.
On the other hand I hope not to see my mum again.

When pregnant i had coversation dreams with a dead aunt. Dd is the spit of her.

These are such wonderful experiences. Whatever the metaphysical truth of them - they are full of love, comfort and connection.

My dad died when I was 14. I moved to a different country years later and so it happened that I had to move a lot from a place to place until I settled in my current house. Each year I would find myself in a new place and always during the first night, my dad would come to visit, I suspect just to see if I was ok in my new place. I moved 7 times in 7 years and each of the first nights he would come. The last time he did, he said “ I am moving to another level and I will be more powerful now and will be able to help you more.”
After that, he stopped coming until 2 years ago when I had my first child by c-section, he came to me and lifted the baby carrier and said “ You shouldn’t lift heavy things with your op.” I knew he was happy to have a grandchild out there.

My dad died suddenly when I was 13. I came home from School and found him in the house. A couple of weeks after he died I had a dream he was standing in the kitchen and I was so happy and relived to see him. He kept apologising to me saying he tried to get up off the floor when I was shouting his name but he couldn't and he was so sorry for what had happened. I kept saying it's fine you are back and he pointed to the living room and said that's where he will be. This dream was 30 years ago and I still remember how vivid it was to this day.

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