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Posted: 24-08-2013 07:42 Post subject:

Beautiful. Very Happy

Posted: 24-08-2013 07:53 Post subject:

It's a bit dusty in here and I seem to have got some in my eye. Crying or Very sad

Posted: 24-08-2013 08:07 Post subject:

Reminds me of the scene at the end of AI with the robot boy and his long-dead mother.

What wouldn't we give, eh. Sad

Posted: 31-08-2013 03:19 Post subject: dreams are imaginary

dear gran and your friend probably wouldnt want to scare you. and they didn't. you scared yourself. they weren't "in your dream." they have passed on. you created the dream from memories, things you've read, seen, and thought about, and your mind churned that mental salad up and served it to you overnight.

Posted: 31-08-2013 03:21 Post subject: award for escargot

for staying to the end of AI.

Posted: 31-08-2013 15:07 Post subject: Re: dreams are imaginary

Posted: 14-09-2013 11:55 Post subject:

Has anybody seen 'About Time', the new Curtis film? I took my daughter to see it thinking it would just be your runofthemill romcom. The last scene when the chap time-travels to be with his dad who has died... I kept crying for hours afterwards. Dreams are a kind of time-travel aren't they? The people who've passed on suddenly there again, and they are healthy like they were years ago, and you sort of know it won't last because some part of your brain knows they are dead, but you enjoy your time with them anyway.

I had my first dream the other day about my gran who passed away last year. We weren't that close and she wasn't easy to get along with, but I was quite pleased to see her riding a kids' tricycle!

I lost my maternal gran about 20 years ago now and I still dream about the home she and granddad lived in, that I spent so much time in growing up. At first the house was exactly as it had been, and I was looking for her and granddad. Then as the years have gone by, the house became decayed, then mostly it's been somebody else's home and I've been an intruder in it, then most recently it had been turned into a hairdressers!

Posted: 22-09-2013 21:17 Post subject:

I hope, especially seeing as it's only my second post here, that I ain't going to make to big a fool of myself by admitting that I was relieved and pleasantly surprised to see this thread!

I too tend to dream of the dead, but not necessarily people I have known. I can't really describe how I 'know' this, but the dreams have a certain....flavour, a difference to what I might consider more run of the mill, ordinary dreams.

In the dreams I often ask the person if they are dead and I am told yes. One of them was my maternal grandmother as a teen, which was a pretty interesting conversation - for me!- But not, perhaps, all that fascinating to someone else.

The most potent began when I moved into an end terraced house form the early 1900's about 7 yrs ago. The same night I moved in I had a dream that three children stood at the top of the stairs smiling at me. They introduced themselves and proceeded to tell me that they would 'look after me'. One said he has been killed by a 'dray' and another died whilst suffering illness in the back bedroom. The eldest girl (about 9 yrs old) was most conversational. She was quite a clever soul and liked to tease me about stuff. Over a series of around 8 dreams whilst I lived there (tenancy only lasted 6 months) the kids appeared just like my company, and actually said goodbye when I had to leave.
Oddly I never felt any presence in the house, or felt a fear of them. Although in real life i would have to admit that the idea of seeing ghosts terrifies me.

A few others over the years involve souls which are kind of enigmatic, but many implying or suggesting reincarnation, one guy even mad at me for taking the 'body' he had wanted when I was born. Don't ask!

Not sure what to make of them, but it is possible my own desires and concepts get in there too, but I am still left with a true sense of knowing when I have talked with the dead.

Interestingly, the one about my maternal grandmother had her appear with long black curls and an old style romany bandana scarf thing around her head. Only much later did I discover from my aunt that she actually did dress like this as a young girl.

There you go.
There are more so I shall relate them as I recall them.

Posted: 23-09-2013 06:43 Post subject:

Yes please! Smile

Posted: 23-09-2013 13:41 Post subject:

Oook!

One more for the road: please don't slate me, this was a dream!

Was in a countryside area, fields, accompanied by an archetypal 'wise old man' figure and a young man in his 20's. The young man did not appear to like me very much, and remained silent with a scowl on his face. The old man was very talkative and explained to me that he was going to take me on a journey that might interest me. He told me he was a spirit, not a living person, and the boy was angry because I had 'taken' the body he had wanted at birth ( I am female, btw). Apparently we had fought for it and I won, which seemed to have left him in a perpetual sulk.

They led me into a large, old building something like a public house or restaurant, where there was some sort of function going on - a huge table with people seated around it, like at a press conference or board meeting. I noticed my sister and mother with them, which surprised me, so I asked the old guy what was going on. He told me that I was viewing a scene from a past life, which was set in Ireland, and I knew my sis and mother then. I had written a book and doing a talk on it to these people, was even given the title of the book (sadly forgotten now) that had gained a fair bit of popularity but not what you'd call fame.

Then the old man led me to a corner of the pub and introduced me - laughing his head off - to what he described as my guardian. This guardian was called Gary, and looked like detective Poirot. I was appalled for some reason I can't explain and didn't particularly wish to know more about him. He was sat cross-legged atop a mahogany wardrobe grinning at me insanely. He was pretty much amused by my reaction.

So I asked the old guy what the deal was here, did we all really live before, and what the hell was I seeing here......He told me that all of these people were dead, but I had known them in a past life. There is an actual real life trauma from my childhood that he said I was still working out over time, and that what we perceive as the 'end' of our life is merely a step into a new one which, although not the same, will contain many of the past issues we are trying to work out. I presume he meant issues of the soul/spirit, such as dealing with certain types of pain, loss or ambition....I dunno!

I had a spate of dreams like this over a 10 yr period, but can only say that I haven't had a massive interest in reincarnation, and had positively felt terrified of it as a kid, for some reason. Hadn't done any reading about it prior to the dreams either, so not sure what they could represent about my unconscious mind. I had never suffered loss at this period of my life, and although I do believe in a sort of universal spirit, am not interested in any kind of organized religion.

Will write more soon.
(Feel slightly like a prat writing them down, but what the heck) Cool

Posted: 23-09-2013 14:00 Post subject:

Another lunatic installment from me.

The dream about my maternal grandmother.

Was a schoolgirl again and being terrorized by a man in a long coat and hat on the school bus route home. The dream basically went around in a sort of repetitive spiral: me getting on the bus to go home and this man getting on to scare me. I knew (in the dream) that he was going to cause me harm eventually.

At some point the cycle is stopped by me getting off the bus to meet a boy about my own age (about 14 in the dream - I am 39 now). He was dressed like a Peter Pan figure with snow white hair and a laughing, pleasant face. He was super sharp and clever though, and told me he had to lead me away from the presence of this bad guy on the bus, or the 'cycle' would not end.

He led me over to a makeshift theater stage amongst trees where he introduced me to a rather aloof young girl of about 15, taller than me, with long dark curls and wearing a colourful scarf around her head. They both struck me as incredibly powerful. I asked the boy what he wanted and he placed both hands on my shoulders and told me why I was living this particular life, and what I had to achieve in it. Sadly I have no memory of what that was, even upon waking. I was aware that he was not 'human' exactly, so asked him who the girl was.

He then introduced me to her. She gave me a sort of half interested, aloof 'hello'.
I liked her, but sensed that she was distracted and not terribly keen to converse with me, but I did want to know more about her. The boy told me she was my grandmother, so I asked 'which one?' and he just grinned and said 'surely you know which one?"
I then asked him 'How many do I have?' in a sarcastic manner, and he replied, 'That's impossible to say', which I took to imply I had lived quite a few lives with quite a few grannies!

When I did speak to her I felt rushed, but she told me her name was Florence. I asked her whether she was dead and why she was so young again and she merely replied 'Nothing ever dies'.

That was it, not very interesting, but left me fairly fascinated at the time.
It isn't the first time I have been told that sentence in a dream, either.

These are what I call 'big' dreams, the type which I never forget and which stick with me for a long time. I am not sure what to make of them, but they intrigue me.

Posted: 23-09-2013 21:03 Post subject:

I find these 'different' dreams really interesting, I have had them, and remember them, going right back to my very early childhood. They are sort of shamanic.
I have only dreamed about people I have known in life though, not long distant ancestors, and also disembodied animal and human type spirits hat seem to be along similar lines to the Saxon/Viking Disir and Fylgja.

Posted: 24-09-2013 00:13 Post subject:

Just a couple of evenings ago, my mother-in-law appeared in my dream. I'm an editor (in waking life), and in the dream I was trying to explain to her why editors don't change explicit quotations--even those that have grammatical errors.

Not much of a dream, actually

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Posted: 24-09-2013 03:39 Post subject: re escargot

"That's the point of this thread, that we dream of the dead. The dreams are often a comfort to bereaved people. We know that they are dreams." escargot

the poster wanted to know why her gran and friend were acting so differently to her... she seemed puzzled and seemed to feel THEY were in the dream, that they were really themselves, and it was not a dream cooked up by her mind...and their behavior was puzzling. so while she on one level obviously knew she was dreaming, she didnt seem to realize it wasnt really gran and friend deciding to act like that. a better question to ask herself would have been, why did her mind create a nasty gran and friend.

Posted: 24-09-2013 07:43 Post subject:

A BBC Radio 4 series started yesterday which fits perfectly here. Very Happy

Powell mentions the appearance of the dead in people's dreams, which in ancient times was taken as genuine contact with them.

I really enjoyed this programme and can highly recommend it.
In fact, I'm going to Listen Again right now, before I get up. Wink

Our Dreams: Our Selves