Last night I was awakened by what seemed to be a rush of wind.I looked at my bedroom door,that was wide open,with my wife who died 2 months ago standing there.She said well are you going to invite me in.I said but,and she said yes you thought I was dead.Do I look like someone dead.I said no,You are as solid as I am.She said I am going to get in bed with you,and stop worrying about me.She said you were right,we dont die.I was so happy to see her.When I woke in the morning,she was gone.What an experience.Love George

George, I am so pleased you had this wonderful experience   
When my wife died about eighteen months ago I experienced  about ten different "happenings" over a three month period, which was her way of communicating with me to tell me she was o.k. and for me not to worry about her.
The most memorable was I was dreaming we were in bed together and she was holding my left hand quite tightly while we were talking. I then said to her "This cannot be so because you died and you are not here any more". With that I woke up and for two seconds or so I could still feel her tight grip of my left hand. I actually remember saying to myself, "You are still holding my left hand" then, like a light switch being turned off, it disappeared.

Not such an experience as yours, George, but just as memorable and pleasing to me.
Regards, roger 

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I think I've posted these on here before and I don't want to repeat myself, but I'll just give a brief summary.

The dream: I was in my car with an old man who didn't look familiar to me.  He said he needed to go to the bank so I took him there.  I parked the car and looked up and my Mom was standing there looking about 20 years younger.  I told the old man
he needed to get out of the car because my Mom was coming and he asked how he'd get home.  I told him to call a taxi or to call me if he couldn't find a ride and I'd come back to get him.

The event was:  My Mom made me a lamp when I was a kid and the lamp broke about a year before she died (someone knocked it over and it broke into pieces).  About 4 months ago, I was going through some boxes and the lamp was in the box.  Now I know that's not possible because the lamp broke, so my Mom must have made 2 lamps that I didn't know about.   I was very happy to find another lamp though!

I tend to think the lamp story is just a happy coincidence and the dream is just a dream.  Any ideas?