When I see them, it freaks me out, so they go away. I wish to learn not to be afraid of them. I know I have missed some valuable lessons because of my fear. Mainly I see ancestors, sometimes I see acquaintances.

In dreams they will give me acknowledgement that they are there. In real life, they give me messages.

They're there, but I can't quite get to them.

But it's ok because I can tell they are at peace and I sense that I am supposed to move on.

there is interaction, sometimes not.

I remember one particularly bittersweet dream I had of my father a short time after he passed away in 2002.

I had gone to visit him someplace...a building. I walked inside...everything was clean and white. I spotted him behind the receptionist's desk, a little bit down a hallway. He turned around, smiled, and waved to me. Then he disappeared.

It hurt because I wanted to talk with him one last time. But OTOH it was OK because I knew he was happy wherever he was.


My second husband, though...not so positive. He died in 1987. He was an alcoholic who didn't start getting mean and violent till near the end of our marriage. Whenever I dream of him, he's always drunk and chasing me.

And actually I have some negative flashbacks from watching a particular TV program. Mr Pipi loves "Hardcore Pawn" (featuring the Gold family...Les, Seth, and Ashley). Les looks, and acts, a lot like my second husband. I can't even look at Les Gold without feeling physically ill.

We argued over when to have dinner and I walked out angrily and made my own dinner. Just an ordinary dream of no importance.

Most of my dreams feature people who don't exist, but when I dream of people who are dead in real life, there's never any awareness of that fact in the dream itself and my interactions with them are ordinary.

I actually don't dream of people that much. Usually it's houses. Strange, huge houses with oak-panelled interiors. In the dreams I recognise the places and I'm all excited because I had nearly forgotten them or I feel great regret for having left there. In real life, these houses don't exist at all. I don't really know what it means, if anything.

I learned that houses are (usually) you, the person. The parts of the house are: attic (your higher faculties) first floor (your day-to-day self), and the basement (the subconscious).

If you recognize the places, maybe these houses are representative of previous lives. That might explain why you get excited or feel regret.



Cher

I have an odd, compartmentalised memory as a result of growing up in a military family that moved just about every year, sometimes to different countries. Because of this, my memory is divided into discrete chunks that are anchored by the houses we lived in at the time. I'm also rather solitary and introverted by nature, and so virtually every memory I have involves houses, places, and things much more so than people. I can accurately date just about any memory because I can associate a house or apartment with it, and that gives me the year in which it took place.

I think I even have memories that go back to being only 1 or 2 years old, but it's quite likely that those are false, formed by having seen pictures of the house we lived in at the time.

As for the dreams, I do recognise the houses while I'm dreaming of them, but not when I'm awake. In at least one case, I remember returning to a house we had bought years ago and were glad to move on from. Returning to it later, I see that it was actually rather a nice house after all, and I feel a stab of nostalgia and regret. Again, that house never existed IRL either, so it's quite likely an abstracted representation of a phase of my life instead.

I have no good idea what the oak-panelling is supposed to mean. History and the past, maybe.

a girlfriend who committed suicide in '91. It was a pretty involved conversation I'm not going to post.

In the dream her hair was cut in a way I never saw her wear it when she was alive. About a year after the dream I ran into her father who arranged for me to get together with him and his ex-wife, the girl friend's mother. We three had a nice lunch. Mom brought out a bunch of photos of their daughter in chronological order. The final two were taken about a month before she killed herself. Her hair was in the same style she wore it in my dream. Her mom said they got their hair done at the same shop and these were the photos from the last time she saw her daughter.

and i interact with them.

sometimes they have returned from the dead sometimes it as if they never died.

who died in 2007. It was so real and I was so happy that she was alive. I told her that we all thought she died, and she laughed.

Kind of disappointing after I woke up.

I miss her.

About 8 years after a favorite aunt died, I had one of those dreams where I was dreaming that I was awake. She stood at the foot of my bed and said with her usual smile, "It's all going to be ok". And then she disappeared.

they actually put me to sleep .

Sometimes I dream about people I loved who died ,they come to life and we complain about how fucked up life has become then they they say goodbye ......maybe we are all dead and just dreaming that we are alive . Maybe I should shut up .

it's like getting to visit with them again and hear what they sound like. For me, it's a treat.

It would be nice to dream about my Father or my Godfather. Wonderful human beings.