ms7848
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My dad passed away very suddenly last month in his sleep. Maybe two weeks after I had a very beautiful dream about my dad. You would think that it would have gave me peace...It actually made me start crying more and more often...maybe I had been numb before.
I was walking in the forest alone. It was the greenest forest with a vividly green field (More like the Pacific Northwest not the forests of the American Southwest!). I turned around and my dad was standing there. I asked him what he was doing here? and he said he had come to see me. I said "But Daddy we thought you were dead. We cremated you!" He told me that it was ok. I said " you don't have a body to come back to now!" He said "It is ok I have a NEW BODY NOW!!", and he started to dance a little jig. I said "Daddy we already had your funeral." He looked at me for a couple of seconds, smiled and said "I know you did, it was beautiful! You are doing a great job and I am so very proud of you!"
I woke myself up crying in my sleep. Since then I have had dreams of the forest and field again. This time I just saw my dad in the distance walking in the field at the far tree line.
I have no doubt that my father is doing what he can to let me know he is ok. I don't think I have ever had just a clear, bright, easily remembered dream.
(Note: 30 years ago my father had a tree fall on his head - shattering a large portion of his skull - he had an out of body experience that he related to me time and time again as I was growing up. He always wanted to know why the loud booming but peaceful voice told him he had things to do and he had to go back. Why didn't the accident just kill him... why couldn't he stay in the beautiful garden with his grandma and cousins...long long dead by the time the accident had happened. Even as a small child I would tell he had to come back because I needed my daddy. My daughter was born last year 8 weeks early. We had some concerns until she really became stable towards her birthday...do you think it could be more than coincidence that my dad died when my daughter was the age I was when the tree fell on his head?)
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