Last night I had a very vivid dream about my best friend who died 21 years ago. I've had similar dreams before, the ones that are so real and are easily recalled when I wake up. In this one I was walking in an amusement park, going down the steps and he came up in front of me. He was wearing his normal attire which included his favorite jeans jacket. I got a big hug, told him I was happy to see him and I missed him. He said me too and then asked where my husband and son were. I turned and pointed behind me into the crowd as I said they're coming now. When I turned back around he was gone and that's when I woke up. My husband says it's just a dream and I can remember it because I woke up right after it ended. I don't feel like it's just a dream. I think Mark is visiting me in my dreams to let me know he's still with me in spirit. What do you think...was it just a dream?
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Marel ... I too have had dreams like that and truly believe they are close to me at the time although I can't explain why or how. I just accept it for what it is. I do know that after my grandmother died and my mother was so very ill two years later she was with me to keep me going and able to look after her until her death. I could feel her with me.
I can't speak from personal experience but I know several people who have had similar dreams. They have all said they felt as if they had been visited by their loved ones. I don't know what's really happening, but I believe there is something to it.
I don't know. It could be a spirit reaching out or it could be that the mind and your subconscious are very powerful and may have created this " very real" dream. Althought I don't really think it matters one way or the other as the result is the same. You connected for a brief moment with someone you love and miss. Enjoy the experience and don't worry about anything else.
Thanks for the insight ladies. I think I'll take Raye's advice and not worry about the source of the dream. I'm just going to hold the memory close to my heart.
My extremely Beloved Mom died about a decade ago. I've had Awesome dreams, and a couple of terrible ones. My soul can literally FEEL that the happy ones are real, and the terrible ones are just a figment of my fears and frustrations. God is Good, after all.