My father died in March.  He was 83.   About a week later, I had a lucid dream of conatct with him.  He had been bedridden for the last three years of his life.  It was, difficult for him.  In the first dream, about a week after his death I was in the family home.   It was lucid, exactly how things were.  He was lying in the couch, and still appeared quite frail but alert.  I approached him and said hello.  We started talking.  And then I said "this can't be happening.  You are dead."  At that point he said "no, I'm still here."  I ran into the other room to get my sister and family.  When we returned, however, the couch was empty.  I took that to mean, in the lucid dream that I had made definite contact with him. 

This morning I had an unusual dream.  In the dream, I was in my current kitchen.  I was on the telephone making a call, and somehow, my father's distinctive voice was on the other end.  In the dream, I knew he had "left us," almost as if he had divorced my mother, and there was a rumor that he had gone into the insurance industry.  In the dream, I suppose that I was calling to get a quote for insurance of some kind.  Immediately, I recognized his voice.  I motioned for my sister, who was in the kitchen as well to come quickly, that he was on the phone.  I then let him know I knew it was him.  He then asked me if I still listened to that radio station on the FM dial 104.7 or something.  He said that if I did, I would get all the information that I needed.  The dream ended, but I think I managed to tell him that I loved him. 

I still have yet to sort out the symbolism in the dream.  There were distractions while I was on the phone.  Insects or pests of various kinds were in the kitchen; they were nuisances more than anything else.  Distractions.  I find that dreams are unusual things.  I am annoyed that I couldn't bring my waking mind into this one more while I was ther.  Why was he an insurance salesman on the telephone?  Why did I get the distinct impression that he had left my mother and us in a way, almost as an unfaithful husband would have?

Evenso, I had the distinct impression that for contact to occur, sometimes it must be this way.  That our minds are contacted via a dream through our subconscious and we put a strange "spin" on the interpretation at the time, only later to sort out the symbolism.


Matthew

I prefer to think that my mind used constructs of waking life, and that he communicated with me in images I had on my mind.  I had just gotten life and disability insurance for my office.  Obviously that was floating around in there.  I thought the numbers he said were 104.7, but I am not sure. I take it more to mean that my spiritual searching, using hemisync technology and certain neural synthesizers in different frequencies were "on the right track," so to speak.  I had fallen asleep to a delta/theta binaural tract earlier that night with headphones on.

Sometimes, I feel that when contact is made while we sleep, the one crossed over must work with what he/she has.  Images, ideas, etc. still in our consciousness.  Our sleeping interpretor will always put a spin on the communication. 

One could think of it in many ways.  My father in "life insurance."  Could that mean he was watching out for me and my family?  Just an idea.

Matthew

Matthew, I feel that you should listen to that radio station on the off chance that there may be a message for you there.

Love, Mairlyn

Dear Matt,


For years I had dreams about my father after he died, which had alot of my own stuff mixed in with symbols.  Reminded me of some of yours. Like he was abandoning my mother to go on a secret mission or that it was all a mistake.  I'd wake up feeling unsatisfied and a bit yuccy.  Plus I did not have the tools to interprete them so I'm glad that you have a place to do this.  I also had, during my stay in the hospital in May, many dreams heavy with symbols and inaaccuracies but the essence of the messages were "right on".  And the confirmations on what I perceived in my dreams are still coming in as recently as yesterday plus I can identify the symbols or interpreter overlay more easily. But when I finally met my dad forty years after his death on the other plan, that was no dream. Neither was having my poodle come to me after a short while after her death and allowing me to hold her, feel her, and touch her was no dream.  I can still recall her smell and weight 7 years later.  And most recently, the residual feeling left after working with my soul group during the depth of my coma.  This again was no dream.

There's a fine line between imagining and taking something on faith and really knowing. Tain't easy to determine and it takes courage to decide  what's what. Best of luck as you continue to work with your dad on any level and hope you have as wonderful closure experience as I finally did with mine.  Shame it took 40years but then again I probably wasn't as ready as I suspect you might be.

Love, Jean