I have 3 with two different family members that are pretty interesting.
The first was with my grandma. We were extremely close. She basically took care of me growing up. She is the reason I thrive today because my parents had issues. I shared a bedroom with my grandma for many years because I had three brothers and I was the only girl.
Years later when I was 26 and on my own, I had a dream 3 nights before she died. The last time I saw her alive was very upsetting because she was in her mid-80s and “frozen” meaning she could barely move. All she could do was put a piece of hard candy (she always did this with kids) in my 4-year-old son’s pocket. She couldn’t talk or turn her head towards me, but she knew it was me and my son.
In the dream, she was young again, maybe 20s, obviously way before I ever knew her. She was really happy, and said, “I’m going off with my friends now.” They were friends that had already died. The image was in black and white. The feeling was very real. She was free and so happy.
Three days later, my mom left a message. I could tell from the tone of her voice what it was and called back and said I know what it is and told her about my dream.
I said it’s okay. I really wasn’t very sad because I knew she was somewhere else and she was very happy. At the wake, I touched her hand and knew she existed elsewhere.
This dream actually happened several years before the one with my grandma. It was about my aunt who was killed in a car accident when she was 23. I was pregnant at the time, and they were painting my house so I had to spend the night at my grandparents’ house (her parents). These were not grandparents I was close to. We’d visit occasionally since my aunt died when I was in 7th grade. Before I went to bed that night, I was awake by myself and looking at a miniature she made (a box with compartments—each had a representation of something about someone in her family—she had 8 siblings). I thought I could feel her presence but I was only 23 and really never thought about such things but looking back, I know that I felt something not only then but other times too since she died. I had no ideas about it though because I didn’t even think that way then.
I went to bed and said prayers out loud. Shortly after I fell asleep, I was in my dream talking with her spirit in the doorway of the room I was staying in. I was on one side of the doorway and her spirit was on the other with her physical body behind it. She was panicked and begging me to help her saying she was stuck. I started freaking out and saying but you’re dead. Instantly we were in her room as it was when I was little, laughing, with our legs hanging over the side of her bed. I woke up kind of freaked out.
I put her name in with a group that had services and prayer specifically for spirits that needed help crossing over.
This is where it gets interesting. About six months later, I had a dream that my mom and I attended a church service and it was Easter Sunday.
This was a small church that had pews across from each other so you’d be looking directly at other people instead of up front. We actually used to go to that church. We sat down, and I pointed across and said, “Look mom who came for Easter. It’s Anne.” At that point, right where my finger was pointing and like touching, her whole body turned to light.
This dream was very real different from other dreams. The symbolism of Easter really got me because I really don’t think that way. I grew up Catholic but had stopped that as a young adult and was not into symbolism in any way. I had never read NDE accounts back then (maybe when I was 23) but since then have read similar things about points turning into light.
One more quick one. My son, fully grown was in grad school and doing an internship in CA (far away). He struggled when he went abroad because he had an undiagnosed dairy allergy and was sick all the time with throat closing to just being really sick and not being able to get up. He struggled with choosing a career path and was still very uncertain whether he was in the right field or not. He also struggled with anxiety and depression. Even though he was grown (24), I still was concerned as his mom. He felt very insecure about his performance in the business field, he’s more of an artist/people type. I prayed often and thought who could I pray to (like an angel or ascended master) to help him with business. I had no advice because I was a teacher. I was also thinking which relatives could he talk to to give him advice (alive ones). My grandpa came to mind. I NEVER had the thought prior to this to pray to him. He died when I was 4 so I have very little memory of him. I also wasn’t in the practice of praying to dead relatives. I thought I have nothing to lose so I asked my grandpa who was a business man with the stock exchange to help my son, give him guidance. Literally, the next day, my son called me and said, “I had a dream about a grandpa I never met. Maybe my dad’s dad or Pa’s dad (that’s the one I asked) and he was talking to me about work.” I instantly had tears in my eyes because I was so shocked. I didn’t tell my son or anybody that I prayed to my grandpa. It was the first time I ever did it and I didn’t even know it was a thing. I still don’t. I just know what happened. My son also had never shared a dream like that.
Anyway, these are my experiences. Usually I have super boring dreams about the mundane. My son, on the other hand, has dreams filled with symbolism and mythology.