I can't say never but very, very rarely. Perhaps of a very few, a few times each, over many decades.

Surprised to see this today. Last night for only the second time in 20 years I dreamed of my husband. A very odd dream. He was telling me that he liked his nine cats, especially the ninth one. He had no particular fondness for them in real life. Strange!!!

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My uncle passed away quite unexpectedly in his 50s. His mother was about 80 at the time. A few years later, I had a dream where we were at my uncle’s house, and he came in and said to my grandmother ”Well, Mother? Aren’t you coming? It’s time to go. Let’s go.” And sure enough, 6 years later, at 90, she joined him.

I dream of my parents in a setting with other family members also present. Like having a family get together. We all appear to be adults. The dreams are pleasant.

I cannot recall. I may have had a few dreams involving my mother or one of my grandmothers after they died, but not recently.

Yes, I've had quite a few and they're mostly positive. I think dreams about deceased family members (and others) are fairly common.

When I dream about my parents (which is rare), they are much nicer in the dreams than they were in person.

I used to dream about my grandparents a lot more, shortly after they died. I think that is because I was much younger.

I sometimes dream of my Mom and my Grandma. Nothing elaborate, they've never offered words of wisdom or encouragement or warning or anything like that. We're just together doing normal stuff. I wake up and there's a twinge of sadness it's over, but then happiness that I got to "be" with them again just for that little while, even though it was only in my head.

(((matthias)))

I've had a few dreams of my mother but recently I find myself thinking of those who passed on.

I'm not aware of dreaming of past family or friends. I'm sure I dream, but I rarely remember a dream or awaken thinking of it. I can recall memorable dreams in my lifetime on maybe one hand? Am I not very imaginative? Just one of those dreams was of my father who we lost when I was a teen.

I think part of the truth lays in me being such a sound sleeper. Really, I sleep like a little kid, pretty much unaware or unaffected by the room around me other than the phone. Light, dark, doesn't matter. I know I'm so lucky to have good quality sleep other than maybe one or two nights a year. But it does not seem to inspire good (memorable) dreams.

Dehydrated watermelon is so good! Its like candy.

Yes, I occasionally dream of my lost loved ones, but I am wondering why they are there since they are dead.

I dream occasionally about my brother, mother and father who are all deceased. I often dream about my husband who died at 53 when our youngest child was 11. Almost always the dreams are upsetting because he is either with another woman or he wont talk to me or even look at me. Occasionally I do feel his presence.

Like morz8, I rarely ever remember dreaming. Only very now and again and usually a dream just before I wake up. My dreams are often associated with places I remember or are familiar with but seldom include anyone I know. Or did know :-)

Morz8, you are lucky to sleep soundly.

I sleep fairly well, but I almost always wake up in the middle of an intense dream that I cannot get out of my head for at least a couple of hours. I have extremely vivid dreams and remember lots of details about them. I used to have a lot of nightmares and disturbing dreams, but I am taking medication for that now, and while I still have intensely vivid dreams, they are less disturbing.

I used to write down my dreams in a diary, but I don't see the point in that anymore. I didn't learn much from them, but some of them made interesting stories. I made some of them into short stories, and they were published as science fiction.

Rarely. I once heard my grandmother call my name in my sleep in the distinctive way she had when she was playfully admonishing me- it was crystal clear.

I do not recall most of my dreams and any I do recall, I must mangle, because they are just snippets, images, feelings, no narrative to speak of.

gary has been gone almost 14 years and he comes to me in dreams when i need him the most. it never fails, i have a bad day and boom, there he is in a dream! at first my dreams of him were of when he was very sick and dying but those are long ago. when i see him now, he is always smiling, laughing, looks great. it's odd that sometimes i won't remember the dream until much later in the day or maybe even a day or two later but it always makes me smile.

I dreamed of Jody the night after he died. In my dream, he didn't say anything, just kissed me. I haven't dreamed of him since. I sometimes dream about my mother....it has been years since I have.

I dreamed about Ken several times and it was always just like when he spoke. Ken didn't believe in an afterlife, so it took me awhile to talk him into it, but I think he said yes, just to humor me. I took care of him the last 8 years of his life, and we talked about death many times.

I asked them both (Ken and Jody) to contact me if they could. Both did. I hesitate to say anything about it here, except when I have mentioned it before, because I am not interested in hearing about it from other people who think I am crazy. In both instances, I asked for something unmistakable. Some people count seeing cardinals or butterflies. There are hundreds of cardinals and butterflies here. I asked for something much more specific.

For got to add....I dreamed about my niece one time (that I remember). We grew up together...close, like sisters. She had a very unique voice, and in my dream, she sounded just the way I remember her.

I don't dream about them, but i have dreams where they appear. I've lost my father and 4 of my brothers. It's always odd to wake up and remember the dream.

I’ve dreamed about my parents and grandmother occasionally. Almost always pleasant dreams. The most comforting dream was about my mother about three or four months after she died. My brother and I were in a secluded corner of her backyard where Mom was sitting on a bench. She was dying in the dream, but it was so peaceful and she was in a place she loved surounded by the lilies she had planted. As the end neared, Mim told us to go back into the house. About halfway to the house, my brother and i turned to look back and Mom was gone, but a beautiful Bermese Mountain dog was bounding towards us. Just as we were wondering what was happening, the dog stopped and Mom’s two cats (who hated dogs) came out of the house to greet the dog, rubbing up against its legs and purring.

No, I don:t believe in reincarnation and it was just a dream. But it was so comforting and brought me peace.

I have, and they're usually kinda scary for some reason.

My parents both make appearances in my dreams, but it doesn't seem strange because they've only been gone a couple of years. I especially love it when I dream about my mom. She comes as her old self, and not as the Alzheimers mom who was with us for the last dozen years.

Not too long after my mom died, I had a dream about her and she was being crushed by a garage door and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Pretty horrific dream. I think it had to do with me being so far away from her when she died, clear across the country. The kids and I were packing that night to go back for a visit. She wasn't in the best health but she died suddenly earlier in the day. It wasn't until about 8 at night when my brother finally called me to tell me.

I rarely remember my dreams, usually only when I am awakened artificially in the midst of one, but not if I awaken naturally. I had a few recurring dreams when I was a teenager/young adult, but not since then.

all the time ... parents, grandparents ... sometimes just in the backround, other times as direct participants

at least once weekly, some times 2-3 times weekly. we were a close family.

I've never had a dream about the grandparents who all died when I was young. Very occasionally I've had dreams about the parents but not together. I only remember fragments and never in my dreams do I think....but you're dead.

Like a previous poster said, I dream of being with my family in a large gathering. I look at some of them and am a little puzzled because I know they are dead. I quickly dismiss that though and am glad to see everyone and we have a nice visit.

Yes, and dream visits as well.

Yes. I had some lovely dreams of my after she died. I would wake up with incredibly longing for her. I dream of three of my four grandparents once in a while. I never dream about my maternal grandmother. She wasn't super nice and I don't think she liked me that much. Strange to say that. Appearing in my dreams several times was a friend from high school who died suddenly in his 40s. I like dreaming of my loved ones--especially my Mom.

Like bragu, all the time. I find it very comforting for the most part.

Lately when I have had dreams in which my father appears, I think to myself (or say to him) that he must be getting close to 100 now. It is the same with my mother - in my dreams of them, they seem to have cheated death and not really died but are continuing to age.. I'm not sure how I know how old they would be, but somehow I am able to do the math in my dream. Sometimes I can do simple math in my dreams, and sometimes I just can't. I get very frustrated in my dreams when I cannot do simple math, and sometimes this wakes me up.

Yes, my family is busy around me. When I wake up it seems so cruel to return to reality.

I still remember a dream I had about my father's mother, my Nanny, who lived with us part time; she died over 40 years ago. Nanny taught me to knit and crochet, and I treasure two afghans she made many years ago. In the dream I said to her, "Oh Nanny, I'm so glad you've come back! You won't believe the beautiful yarns they have now."

I dream about my favorite aunt. She was in a horrible car accident, and was pronounced a vegetable. My uncle insisted on keeping her alive for 8 years. It was awful. When I dream she has progressed to a wheelchair and can talk to us. We are all so happy. Sad.

Once I dreamed my dad came to me and handed me cash to buy my mom roses for their anniversary. It was in the first year after he died. I had forgotten when their anniversary was. So I did that in real life and told my mom. It was very impactful for both of us.

Not my parents, but this morning I dreamed that I had someone print a couple of photos of two friends of mine, and after a few minutes, the photos morphed into photos of the dead parents of another friend. After a few minutes, the photos of the parents faded, and the page went blank, and so I had no evidence that the change had happened - I only had blank paper. In this dream, several other people saw what had happened to the photos and agreed with me that this had happened and also thought that it was very strange, but the person who printed the photos was skeptical.

While on the subject of dreams and loved ones, what about "signs"? Do you believe in signs? Have you had signs?

Annegriet, I have had many signs, mostly from my daughter. She has proven to be just as loving and creative in her spirit life as she was on this earth--and that's saying a lot.

We gave our 2 kittens Peekas' old pink puffy balls. They just stared at them, not knowing how to play....watching them roll. That night I dreamed I was talking to Peeka. He wanted to know why we hadn't brought him home with us from the vets office. (he had cancer, we stayed until the end, then the vet handled it, we should have brought him home, I feel very guilty). The next morning there were pink puffy balls ALL over the house.....ALL 24 of them! The kittens haven't stopped playing with them! Ivan brings me 4 or more every night now. He drops them on my nightstand, they roll off. Every morning I have to pick them up, put them in the upstairs toy basket. We joke that Peeka taught the kittens to play.

Oh wow, Nicole, you make me tear up a bit. But, that is so sweet and I have absolutely

no doubt that Peeka taught them.

Matthias, how sad. I am so so sorry for your loss. I cant even imagine.

I had one vivid dream of my father many years ago. I remember it clearly many years later.

My ancient mother is still living and she is often in my dreams but not in a sentimental way. I have a recurring dream about not being able to get where I am going, like not finding my keys, or unable to pack my luggage and she is sometimes part of those dreams.

I know I've posted about these two experiences before, but I hope they'll comfort anyone who has lost an animal. Holly was a black Lab mix, rescued from an abusive situation. When she was middle-aged she developed seizures, which the vet thought might have been related to the abuse suffered when she was young. She loved our whole family, but never seemed to forget that I was the one who found her attached to a big sheet of metal in the rain, unsnapped the chain, and opened the door of my Jeep for her to jump in.

I was in Florida sorting out my parents' household after they died when Holly came to me in a dream. Her appearance in my dream was sudden and unrelated to anything else in the dream. I was startled to see her, and she seemed startled too. She had that somewhat confused look that she always got immediately following a seizure. I bent down to greet her, and realized that she had come to say goodbye.

When I woke up, it was early morning. I reached for the phone and called my daughter Jill, who told me Holly had died from a seizure during the night.

A few years later Caroline, our beautiful collie-shepherd, was dying. When she was younger she could run like the wind, but then a hunter shot off one of her front feet (on my property), and at some point arthritis set in. Rimadyl was our drug of last resort, and it had done a lot of damage. I needed a vet to come to the house--not unusual in this rural area. I was by myself and Caroline was a big dog. She couldn't walk. It was the July 4 weekend, and almost all the local vets were away at a conference. The one I was able to contact said he'd be here the next day.

That night, Caroline came to me in a dream. She had all four legs, and she was frolicking in a crystal-clear stream. Silvery bubbles flew in the air from the fun she was having. "Caroline!" I said. "You look so happy!" And she replied, "I have come through the fire. My days of suffering are over."

Yes, in the morning I discovered Caroline had left her suffering behind sometime during the night.

I rarely remember dreams, but sometimes, when someone dies, they will come to me in a dream. Appearing as they were at about age 30-33, which usually throws me off because in real life, they are much older. I seem to be aware of the difference in dream age vs real life age in the dreams and I note this difference, in the dream.

Anyway, in the dreams, they are happy and smiling, but don't say anything. When my dad died, he appeared to me in a dream wearing a swimsuit and was aged 33, walking happily into the ocean and looking back at me on the shore. I kept talking to him and wondered why we was walking out like that into the ocean and not talking to me in response. Then I woke up with a start. I looked at the clock and tried to go back to sleep. In the morning, I got a phone call that my dad had died, at the time I had looked at the clock during the night.

This has happened with people I am not related to as well. We kinda, sorta, joke that when people die, they come to me in a dream. I'm ok with it as it's a nice way to say goodbye.

Interestingly, a former teacher of mine recently died. We became facebook friends quite a few years ago and kept up with each other a little bit via FB. When I found out she had passed away a couple days ago, I was surprised that I had not had 'the dream'.

Many years ago I had a dream that someone murdered my grandpa and I found him. (He had already been dead many years.) The dream was traumatic and I woke up crying and told DH about it, saying I knew it was a dream at the time because Grandpa was already dead.

Weird. I didn’t know Grandpa well and thought he was a grumpy old man. He died when I was 17.

Yes, on occasion...sometimes they are pleasant, sometimes just weird. But I still remember the one where Mom came to me shortly after she died, and we danced in a field of grass together. It was very comforting.

This is not the specific ones I am talking about in my post about Ken and Jody, but this happened to someone I know...so I will tell you about this one.

I bought a car. It was about five miles away and I got a guy to go with me that works for me sometimes, to drive it back. His girlfriend and her daughter came with him, but didn't go with us to pick up the car. Instead they stayed here and were picking up some limbs that had fallen in Snoop and Emery's paddock. It was after dark. The lady I bought the car from loves to talk, so we were gone longer than it should have been necessary. While we were gone, the girlfriend and daughter, saw headlights, and walked out, thinking we were back. It was Jody's truck. (We took my truck. Jody's truck hadn't been driven since he last drove it in September, but I start it every so often to keep the battery up.) As they walked out of the paddock and saw the truck, the lights went off. They were hesitant to tell me about it....thinking I wouldn't believe it. But I do. They were pretty shook up. These things don't faze me any more, because I am used to them.

My father came to me once, it was a few years after he’d passed and I was still having a hard time with the loss. He looked exactly as he did the last time I saw him, he was in the kitchen and I was entering the room. We just looked at each other with out a word. When I woke up, I had the most amazing sense of calm because I knew inside that he was ok.

For years my husband was really into metaphysics and astro projection. A few months before he passed he told me that if there is a way for him to send me a sign he would. Well, a couple of weeks after he passed I woke up with him saying ”Hello! Can you hear me” in my ear. He had joy in his voice. and I really treasure that moment. Another time as I was waking up I heard him again. He said, ”I will wait 5 more minutes and then I’ll go”. I haven’t heard his voice since.

I dream abt my parents, but not as often now. Dad died in 1986, mom is 1998.

I dream a lot abt both Mike and Bart. I love to hear their voices in my dreams.

I dream about my mom sometimes but in my dreams, I don't know she has died. It frustrates me because I want to ask her if she is here and ok!

I've had dead family/friends do cameo appearances in my dreams but I don't recall dreaming about them specifically.

The closest dream I've had directly about someone who died was when a man, with who I had a platonic love-hate relationship before his death, came to me me as I slept and brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek and said, "it will be all right". I don't know what else, if anything, I was dreaming at the time. I felt the touch on my cheek and simply felt at peace as I awoke. It still brings me peace to think of it.