I have had dreams with relatives that have passed away often. I rather enjoy seeing them again in the dreams. I have come to call them my visits. I work night shift and I am not a person to call in without a good reason. About a year ago we celebrated my sons 39th birthday on a weekend when everyone was off, a few days before his actual birthday. Later that week I felt tired and run down, but for no specific reason I called out from work that night. I was dozing in my recliner and DH was on the couch, not his usual place. His recliner was empty.
I dozed off and my deceased mother walked in the room and sat in DH's recliner. She didn't say anything (they usually don't in my dreams), but I remember thinking I am really glad she is here 'cause I don't feel good. I slept in the chair that night, and whenever I got up to go to the bathroom I would realize that the person that I was dreaming of was also deceased.
I spoke of this dream to my do workers cause I had so many visits as I call them, in one solitary night. Very unusual for me.
A couple weeks later while driving to work, it popped into mind: What would I do if my son passed away? We had never discussed insurance and I wondered how I would handle it. Then I thought what a morbid thought and pushed it out of mind.
We didn't get to see each other often 'cause we worked opposite shifts. But he popped in one Saturday while his wife was working and surprised me with a visit. When he walked in I wanted him to pull up a chair right beside me. He did. We had a cookout, he showed me an aquarium project he was going to work on. We had a great day and a good laugh over the previews of "Paul" and I thought to myself. He does laugh just like me. He then went home.
With no medical history, the next day he thought he was having heartburn about 7:00 p.m. Took some OTC medication without relief. His wife called 911 about 7:30, then she called me. He had a massive heart attack and passed away in the ambulance. It all started and ended in one hour.
We were ahead of the ambulance on our way to the hospital and I knew he was gone. They coded him in the hospital to no avail.
The dream I had with all the relatives I checked back on my calendar and I called in on his birthday. I was upset as a mother could be for loosing her son, but when I added it all up, I was also assured that he was in good hands with God and my family, and they all made a visit that night to let me know they were all there and all would be ok. I miss him dearly but also I am comforted in knowing that.
He never had children, but had a dog that I called my grand dog. She passed of old age. My son was cremated and the day we brought his ashes home, I saw this dog (in a picture negative type view with sparkle like stars where the wings would be) walk into the room wagging her tail as if to say: He is with me now.