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A few weeks later i had a dream.
I’d never had a dream like it.
So vivid.
I was in my dad’s flat in Brighton. And he was there. Happy. Smiling. He told me everything was okay.
He could see and hear again.
I remember feeling relief, gratitude. Like an enormous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had missed him.
And the emotions were so powerful. So unusual for a dream. Extra-ordinary.
When i woke up i felt so strongly that i HAD seen him. Felt him. Heard him.
That he had come to say goodbye.
Truth in cliche? Or desparately imagined?
Do i believe my heart when it tells me this dream was different?
I’m no longer certain i’ve stopped believing entirely.
This post is a follow up to The day i stoppped believing.
Oof, powerful stuff. Believe your heart. xxx
Another amazingly moving post. Oh you really must believe your heart xx
I think that dream was different. If you believe it was, then it was. Hugs x
oooh interesting. I agree with the other comments: believe your heart.
You know what I’m gonna say, Henri!!
There was somebody there, who sent you that dream, to comfort your heart and let you know that there IS more to life than just life. There is hope. There’s MORE.
The way we have pictured God based on institutional religion is so cold and distant and structured. It’s all about rules and dont’s. Who would want that??
But just because the picture has been painted wrong doesn’t mean that the Person behind the picture isn’t Real and so much more infinite and incredible than our limited human minds can comprehend.
I have been around “church” all my life, catholic church as a child, then “happy clappy” church through to my teenage years… then I walked away. I felt so empty and unconnected to God.
In my early 20′s I was drawn back, but my tendency was to still approach God from a position of “doing” to get his approval. I had quite a few experiences like your dream, where I KNEW that there was something so real. So I guess I tried really hard to run after that… in the process I did all kinds of “good works” like starting up the youth programme CLS (did you read that story from last week?)
In the end my enthusiasm could only take me so far, and I broke from the strain of trying so hard.
Broken I felt lost to God. He felt cold and distant and machine-like to me.
But slowly slowly in my total brokenness and inability to DO, I gelt him really starting to show me who he truly is. little ircales that I KNEW weren’t just my imagination. THings to show me his goodness and that he really cared for me, which I couldn’t feel while I was on the treadmill of doing and trying to please.
I guess I’m persistent, or God is, or both. Ten years later I’m still here and I think my view of God is truer now.
Pain and loss and brokenness are part of our human experience, but knowing that he’s real, feeling that sense of his peace in the middle of brokenness and pain, nothing could shake my conviction that He IS.
Sorry to have raved on. The words just blurt out sometimes.
Just wanted to encourage you that what you expereinced was TOTALLY real and was definitely Him showing you that he actually cares, and is Real. A good Real.
xx
That’s an amazing dream and I think very real and its really comforting,
When my husbands grandfather died, his uncle who lived with him was also found dead a few days later, he was believed to have drowned. The family feel it was because he couldn’t cope with losing his dad who he had always lived with since he was a young boy.
We went to the joint double funeral and stayed in a hotel that night my husband woke and was scared, the events of the day were a lot to take in. Just as he woke I had been dreaming and in the dream it felt like i was looking through the clouds at my husbands grandfathers house and down below the sun was shining and standing in the doorway of the house was his grandfather and his uncle smiling and waving to me and in the garden his nan was kneeling down gardening but also smiling and waving and she had passed a few years before.
So when my husband woke me in the middle of the night, i said don’t worry i’ve just seen them and they are happy they are going to be fine and with that we both went back into a deep sleep.
I had a similar dream about my mom, but it was six months after she died. Very vivid, she came to tell me she was okay, it was very vibrant. She seemed so alive and happy. xo
Although my dad died in 1984 aged 48, I still have dreams about him, he’s real and I talk to him and I’m bitterly disappointed when I wake up and he’s not really here at all. The dreams are so vivid too, but in a way I’m glad I still have them, because it means he hasn’t gone, even from my subconscious. Even on days when I don’t think about him, I can still have the dream!