Every now and then I have the most intense dreams, that to me are so real until in the morning light I realize I was actually dreaming.
I have met people in my dreams, I met Ed's dad in my dreams who died about 17 years ago now. He was such a nice man, and that dream was so special to me because I really did feel I had met him, talked with him, and that he'd got to know me too.
One other time I dreamt that the phone was ringing, and when I answered it it was Ed's dad on the phone. He asked to speak to Ed, and in shock, I handed the phone straight over to him and in my dream he was obviously shocked to have a phone call from a dead person, and was very white. But after a while as they talked, and laughed together on the phone his color came right back, and when he hung up he was so happy, and contented.
I think he needed to tell Ed that he understood, and that he shouldn't feel bad, because he just knew.
I know some might say that our dreams are just a reordering of what we know etc etc, but sometimes I have these dreams that are so much more.
Last night was one of those nights. I dreamt that my Grandmas came over here to visit us all, and see our children. They died just after our first was born.
It was such a real dream, the details of the bustling of them unpacking, and getting over jet lag..
Going into their rooms and hearing them talking and organizing and calling out to each other.
And our children were so pleased to see them. They were running about all excited..
It was so nice...
Then as the dream progressed I was getting in the car, and being driven away from the house, and looking back and waving to them all, my two grandmas and our three children. All of them were so happy, and waving and shouting goodbye to me. Then I woke up. My eyes were full of tears, but I am left so happy...
Just thought I'd write it down.
Does anyone else have this sort of experience?
