I was having a bad night sleeping so I got up around 3:30 to make a drink and read. It was almost 6am this morning when I snuggled down to try and get some sleep. I was in that relaxed transitional period between awake and sleep when I felt it. Oh my goodness! He cuddled up to my back. My eyes sprung open. I wasn’t frightened but I was too scared to look in case he disappeared. It felt so good. I knew it was my husband but still I didn’t move and then he leaned over me and there was his face as clear as day. His arm was around my back holding my hand, our fingers entwined. I studied his hand. I can remember every detail and it looked so familiar. I won’t tell you the rest as that is just between me and him. It was much more than a dream. I never remember dreams and I never dream about my husband so could it have been a visitation? An hallucination perhaps? Whatever it was, it was wonderful, it was beautiful and so so real.
I hope you found some comfort in my thoughts take care Adele x
Oh Kate how lucky are you that must have been wonderful. It doesn’t matter what it was it was real to you and that’s what matters. Kxx
That’s what I think Katie. When others have said about dreaming about their loved ones I’ve always hoped for the same but it just never happens. Last night, or should I say this morning, was something else - it has the wow factor. Xx
I’m pleased you found some peace Kate in my thoughts take care x
Hi there Kate as a boy of 11-12 I’m 70 now I used to go and visit my brother and sister in law (bus trip then a walk for about a mile he worked on a farm I have remembered this walk down this lane all my life (the smell of summer,birds singing,smell of new mown grass,rabbits running about,smell of pine trees.
My wife passed away in November 2018 since then I have dreamed a couple of times that I am walking down this lane with my Jane the sounds and smells are the same I cannot see wether I am a boy of 11 or man of 70but holding her hand feels so real ( they were always cold even in summer)it’s almost as if she is guiding me to the next life not being morbid but the chance to hold her hand is marvellous,this lane by the way is 170 miles away from where I live now and I’ve not been down there for what must be 40 years at least.
Wether it is a dream,hallucination real who cares to hold her hand is bloody marvellous.
Regards and keep remembering MM69
That’s a lovely memory to hold on to in my thoughts take care Adele x
Hi Katie, how wonderful for you , I sure is was not a dream , as couple of my friends said this happened to them when they lost their husbands, did you get to talk to him ? that’s all we are asking for is to let us know they are around, and will be waiting for us in the next life. Oh I so wish I could get something from my daughter Dawn it would be so lovely , although I know we have had a few sighns from her , but I would so much like a visit, pehaps you might be luckey again . Best wishes Maddie xl
Oh Kate how wonderful for you, I am so jealous. I am going to have a good talk to Brian and ask him why he can’t visit me just like your husband did. I know my husband has visited me on a number of occasions but never quite like yours has. Some weeks ago I was feeling particularly low, unwell, alone, frightened. One night I was sat in my living room and heard a noise in the dining room. I went in and Brian was sorting through his cupboards which I had just sorted out. I was never allowed in them. He told me I wasn’t alone. Then I found myself back on the settee in the living room. So was it a dream, I don’t know, but it was so real. I also received a message as to why I had moved his chair in the dining room, which I have. I have replaced it with another chair. Love to you Pat xxx
Hi everyone. No, I didn’t get to talk to him Maddie. That would be quite something, wouldn’t it? However, I did have a spring in my step all day yesterday. My experience, whatever it was, made me feel so good.
One of the things I like about this site is that I can tell you guys stuff that I would never utter to others for fear of ridicule. People would think I had gone completely mad if I told them about my ‘visitation’. I agree MM69, it doesn’t matter what it was because to feel my husband touch me was ‘bloody marvelous’.
Sending love xx
I dream a lot about my late mum. I find it helps to write it all down so I remember x
Dear Kate, how lovely for you. When I lost my mum I felt her very close to me several times. I lost my daughter last year and would love to have a visit from her or feel her close.
Take care xxx
Hi Kate. It often happens far more than we think that a door opens momentarily and we get a glimpse of the other side. People call it by all sorts of names, but to me it’s more than living proof that there is something beyond that we have difficulty in comprehending. My wife used to see people who had passed. She never told many about it because so few understand, but she saw friends and relatives sitting in a chair in the lounge often. Only for a few seconds but they were there. It’s called psychic phenomena. My belief is, (not shared by many!), that a window into another dimension opens and closes. Why and how I don’t know, but all the evidence I have looked at points to a real insight into the hereafter. What we know about this kind of insight is far outweighed by what we don’t know. The experience you had was a reality to you at the time. I am not psychic so can only comment on what I know, but so many instances of this kind of happening more than convince me that it is a reality. Best wishes.
About 10.50pm 3rd September 2022 I was asleep. Dreaming. I was aware I was putting clothes away from my airer. I could hear the sound of coat hangers rattling on the airer it was very bright in the room. I turned and my wife, Joyce, was standing smiling infront of me! I reflected on how she was when she was ill. She then looked well. We laughed, hugged and kissed.
I said,”Do you realise you should not be here?” She smiled and replied,“Yes I know, lets just do this.” We hugged, kissed and sat back on the foot of our bed.
She almost faded, as the white of her right eye slightly turned yellow, but we continued as she reappeared again looking well. It felt like a sunny day with such brightness in the room. I said,”Thank you God for this,” Joyce smiled and faded. I awoke. Unbelieveable! I’ve never had an experience like it, remembered colour, our voices clearly and I have no recollection of asking a question in a dream before. I immediatley wrote down what had happened. I don’t tell many people, I see them roll their eyes and I await my elder son having me committed! He groaned when I tried to tell him on the phone. Lesson learned.
I have experience of this too I was so scared I went to my gp because I thought I was going crazy but my gp said you are not it’s just your loved one saying goodbye for the last time until you meet again one day weather it be your dreams or when you go
Hi
I remember this topic started by Kate and I replied in 2019. I had seen my husband in our dining room and will never forget how real it was and then suddenly I was back in the living room. However a few months later it was my birthday the first one since losing him and I woke up in the early hours of the morning. I held his photo close to me and then it happened just how Kate explains it. I seemed to be floating and my husband was there with me. looking so fit and well again. I was able to touch his hands, his arms and he held me and told me how much he loved me. Then he was gone but that day I felt that heavy weight that seems to be with us with our grief lift and the next day was a lovely day as I walked in the countryside with my dogs. I laughed at their antics and at my little dog falling into a pond and having to swim out. I felt relaxed. even happy. It was short lived as the next day I was back to feeling like I had the world on my shoulders again but he had given me that day. At no time did his appearances frighten me.
Pat
Iv just sat and read this quietly, amazing accounts of these encounters, I crave for this every day but my loss is still new by about 3 months, let hope she comes to me, I talk to her and tell her to come and that I won’t be afraid, iv read a, lot about this topic and it seems the sweet spot for this to happen is after a deep sleep and after waking falling asleep again seems to be then. Good luck to all and I hope you get you visits 
Perhaps don’t try too hard Ian, let it happen, meditative music before sleep. April 14th I lost my Joyce. I was gobsmacked when this happened - such clarity.
Thank you Jim I’ll certainly try sir 
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