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My husband is leaving me

My husband is in his final stages of life on Earth. Bed-bound, incontinent, very little speech, visiting with those who have already passed-on. Close.

Sleeping on the couch next to his hospital bed, I had a strange dream. Really lots of crazy stuff in it that just doesn’t seem relevant at this point. But I will share the one thing that sticks with me.

I dreamed that my husband, my oldest grandson and I were out in the wilderness (with our two vehicles — his white pickup truck and my 1967 Mustang, which I haven’t seen for 50 years! I loved that car…)

So my husband got into my Mustang and drove off, leaving grandson and me alone in the wilderness with his pickup truck. I was at first concerned because I knew (even in the dream) that he is not supposed to be driving.

Then I realized he was leaving us. I said, “It’s bad enough you’re leaving me, but did you have to take my Mustang?”

I suppose the dream represents my fear that as he leaves me in this life, he will take away all that is best in life for me. In a word, I will be stranded.

Believe me, I love this man way more than I ever loved my Mustang, but there was a time when it was the best part of my life. I’m sure that is what it represented in the dream — the best part of my life departing with my husband.

Near Death Visitors

Someone very near and dear to me is 83 years old and nearing end of life.

In the past couple of years he has gone onto oxygen 24/7 and become very frail, both physically and I’m afraid cognitively too.

During this time, he has also begun to dream regularly of his family members who have passed on. Sometimes he sees them while he is awake. The one family member he rarely sees is his father.

However, he did see him once in the past year, while awake.

Today, he told me, that he has begun to see his father in dreams, often. “We never were very close,” he said. “But now it seems to be better between us. He seems to be coming to help me and for us to be closer.”

This makes me very happy, even though I realize it probably means he is getting close to passing from this life.

In case the reader does not realize, I believe in these visits. I do not believe they are hallucinations. I believe that our sainted loved ones can and do come visit us. Especially when our time is drawing to a close. I see it as a very beautiful thing.

So if you have a loved one, who may be nearing their earthly journey, please don’t dismiss their ‘visits.’ Just because you can’t see the loved one (from the other side) who is visiting, does not mean that the one, who is getting ready to leave this world, can’t. I believe they can see and even enter other dimensions as they ready to leave this dimension.

Give special thought to — life does not end. Passing to the other side is a new birth. The loved one may go on to live their greatest life! Perhaps they will even come back and visit you when you near your journey’s end on the earthly plane.

Gathering to help one of us

Every night lately, I dream of visits with loved ones who have passed. It never appears to be a meeting of importance. We just ‘talk’ of mundane everyday stuff. Sometimes a group of those passed, other times one-on-one.

It makes me wonder if they are gathering to help one of us, in this house, pass soon.

The love is no dream

It’s been a pretty dry spell lately with no (remembered) visits from my sainted loved ones who have passed.

Sometimes just a dream can refresh our memory of them and our love for each other. I had such a dream last night.

Two life long friends, parents of my dearest friend, passed away half my lifetime ago. While I think of them often and pray for them daily, I seldom see them in my dreams.

Last night was a night where we hugged, cried and felt the love. Indeed, as I slept, our souls seemed to touch again.

The situation in the dream was a bit bizarre and certainly not true in this life. But the message was love—given and received. And that is no dream. That is as real today as it was all those decades ago.

Paralyzed legs

This one has me stumped.

Last night, I had a dream of two dear deceased friends. Ruth and Gene were a married couple. They died separately several years ago.

I dreamed I was in a hardware store and discovered they were there also. Ruth was hunting out her desired products. Gene however, was seated on the floor, propped up against the wall, next to the little counter with the cash register.

His legs were stretched out straight in front of him. He looked rather like a scarecrow there. It was obvious that he had no use of his legs.

I sat with him and we talked for a couple of minutes. Ruth and I also talked for a couple of minutes and assured me they were doing okay. She did complain about something though. I do not remember what the complaint was, however.

This was not one of those visits where you know it was a ‘real visit.’

Many folks describe certain meanings behind dreams. I’m wondering if there is not something significant about Gene’s legs being paralyzed.

I have researched it a bit, only to find meaning prescribed to dreaming one’s own legs being paralyzed, but nothing about the friend’s legs being paralyzed.

If any of my readers have some insight, I would appreciate you sharing it with us.

Thank you, readers!

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Spirit form

Last night, I dreamed of several family members who have passed on. I don’t remember many particulars of the dream.

My Dad’s double cousin, Rena Sylvain Tardiff and her husband, Bern, were in the dream. We sat on their back porch which had a lot of fancy brick-work. I knew that Bern must have built this; he was a mason.

I actually went to visit my paternal Grandmother and Grandfather, who lived next door to Rena and Bern.

As Rena, my grandmother and I sat on the back porch, I thought of Dad. I was not sure if Grammy knew yet that Dad had passed on. So I decided I best tell her. She shook her head yes as I told her and Rena said, “Oh, yes.” So I guess they already knew. (Not sure.)

But what caught me quite by surprise was, as I attempted to tell them, I began to cry convulsively. It was most difficult to get the words out. I was surprised by this. I had believed myself to be further along in the healing process than this. And I know he lives, fully in spirit.

But there it is. Perhaps we never really recover from the mourning process until we ourselves pass on and join those in spirit form.

A real visit, or just a dream?

Last night, a ~ l o n g ~ dragged out dream starring my mother (who passed away 3 years ago,) my father (who passed away 6 years past,) and myself who lives yet, in the flesh and blood.

Several other living, family members floated in and out of the action.

So, am I here to report another astral visit from my parents beyond the veil?

No, I am not. I believe it is important to recognize the difference between a ‘real visit’ from the other side, and ‘just a dream.’

As I said, this dream dragged on and on. Not only did it not feel like a ‘real visit,’ it just ran on too long. You see, when ever I have a visit from a spirit/soul from beyond the veil, I am always aware that the time is short. I know they cannot remain here with me, for long. The visit is always brief.

In those ‘real visits,’ I try to not talk much and use up our time. My goal is to let them communicate anything they desire to pass on, before our visit ends.

If you are new to this, remember to write down your dreams, immediately upon waking. And if you’re wondering if it was a ‘real visit’ or ‘just a dream’ ~ ask yourself, were you aware that the time allotted was very short.

If you remember it as a dream that rambled on, without time being an issue, it was probably just a dream.

After you become accustomed to these ‘dreams’ and ‘real visits,’ and have journaled them for a while, you will find it quite easy to recognize the difference.

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I forgive you. Now go and be happy.

That ‘best friend’ of mine came to visit me in dreamland, again last night. It’s been nearly three years since she died. (But we all know they don’t really die; they just pass-on to another dimension, outside the body.)

In this dream, she was stealing from me, again… All my jewelry this time. She had two accomplices who were also supposed to be my friends. But I didn’t much care about their involvement. It was her involvement, her betrayal, that just tore my guts out.

In the end, I faced her and told her, “I am not going to let this hurt me all over again. And I don’t want you to suffer for it either. It’s all in the past and I forgive you. Now I’m taking this and placing it at the foot of the cross. That’s where it belongs. I won’t carry it any longer. We can let it go, now.” Then I told her, “go and be happy.”

It’s a miracle that we can work through this, even after she has passed. But I do believe that is exactly what is happening. I’m getting my best friend back. For me, it’s almost like Lazarus on the fourth day after his death.

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