Have you ever had a dream that just seems WAY TOO REAL? Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was a late-night visitor (NOT to be confused with the modern booty-call type of late night visitor - not judging...)
Since household telephones became as commonplace as the
bellybutton, my mother, Audrey, had a morning ritual. She would get up, clean the house and at
exactly 9:30, she would take her “coffee break” and start phoning her friends
and family to chit-chat. I have no idea
how they found so much to talk about since they were all stay at home moms who
didn’t really go far – balloon parenting hadn’t come to be yet.
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Every now and then, the morning conversations would start
with Mom saying:
“Well, I spent the night with the dead again last night.”
This meant that mom had dreamed about her
loved ones who had passed on. Her dreams
were usually as weird as the ones you and I have. One of her dreams was something like Lawrence being up on
the roof and Earl was playing the banjo in the outhouse. We all shared some laughs over some of her
dreams.
But there were some other dreams
that she would speak about more seriously.
Sometimes, she would talk about the details of these dreams and her eyes
would well up with tears. I knew these dreams
were much different than the ones with her brothers on roofs and in outhouses
with banjos. She would speak about these very detailed dreams
for years to come.
I know now, and I guess I knew then, that Mom didn’t believe
these were just dreams. Her solemn
demeanor convinced me that she knew that there was something more to this. I think some people who have the same experiences would prefer to believe these
are "only dreams" as it is easier than accepting the dead entering our minds while we're asleep. (Insert Freddy Kreuger
theme).
You're thinking: "we’ve all had dreams that seem so realistic
that you think you are right there in the moment!!" Like the other night, when I dreamed of being
at a mall in Sri Lanka where I met some members of Duran Duran (my undying
fantasy). I was buying melons, and I was
quite upset that nobody was around to take the picture of me getting a kiss
from Simon and John. I think Freddy Mercury was
there buying a t-shirt too. It seemed so
real!! The colors... the smells... the
touch!!! Then I woke up - all disappointed. (Who wouldn’t? – said every 1980’s teen
girl).
But the dreams to which I am referring, are more than just
realistic. Often called “Visitation
Dreams”, they are more vivid than any dream you have ever had. Unlike regular dreams, you will usually remember
the details for years, if not your entire life.
The loved one who “visits” speaks very clearly without any dreamlike
confusion. For example, where in some
dreams, a loved one may be talking about knitting a scarf for a helicopter,
which makes no sense, in a Visitation Dream, the loved one will make absolute
sense without ambiguity. Although
conversations can occur in these dreams, it is most common that you only
receive a simple message. Having said
that, the visitor may not speak verbally, they may just stand there, or give you a
message telepathically. Regardless, they
will always be happy, peaceful, and healthy. And when you wake up, you are not confused
about what kind of dream it was. You
KNOW what just happened. If you have to
guess whether it was a visit or not, it wasn’t.
These dreams are VERY distinct.
It’s like when we were young and asked what love was and we were told: “it
can’t be explained, but when you fall in love with someone, you will just KNOW!”
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| This is similar to what I experienced but MUCH whiter. |
My first visitation dream happened in my teens when I was
very confused and lost. My father died at 64 from heart failure, when
I was a vulnerable 15 years old. He’d
had a stroke ten years previously which left him as a paraplegic and wheelchair
bound. In my “dream", he appeared to be in his 30’s, tall, healthy, and walking. He smiled at me and took me by the hand. We were not anywhere… it’s almost like we
were just in a limbo state of white. The
only words I remember him saying were: “I am always here with you. You will be ok. You will never be alone.” That’s it.
The rest of what seemed like an eternity of holding his hand was silent
until he said “I have to go now. I love
you. I will always be with you.” And I woke up. When I woke up it was so different than any
other dream I’ve had. Peace. I felt peace.
Then I cried. I knew this was unexplainable and nobody would believe me.
I never told anyone for many, many years.
I have dreamed of my father a kijillion times since he has
passed, but none of them parallel the “visit” vis-à-vis the intensity of realism or clarity
of detail.
Many people are going to read this and call “bogus” on the
whole concept. After all, it was, by
common definition, just a dream. People
will argue that it was my then-current emotional state which triggered the
subconscious “superhighway” to elicit psychological imagery and provide the
solace that I subconsciously knew was necessary to reduce my emotional pain. Trust me, I’ve heard all the psycho-babble as
to why certain paranormal phenomena occur. By no
means can I disprove any argument you have refuting the existence of “Dream
Visitations”, nor would I attempt to out of pure respect for your opinions. However, contrarily there is no validity to
claims against such theory either.
I believe in Dream Visitations. I’ve experienced them. And now, instead of “going retro” by getting
on a telephone to chit-chat with friends and family about spending the night
with the dead, I will do the 21st century equivalent and post this
blog.
Sweet dreams.
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