I think I had a dream of heaven

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:) I wanted to share this.

I dreamt last night, that i was in a white hallway, on one side was windows that looked out onto a garden. In the hallway, were all these people that i knew had passed away, some i knew that names of, some i did not, but I knew that I knew them.

My father was walking towards me with my mother, I hugged my mother, and whispered to her, "is that really Dad?" (he passed away in '93). She smiled, and I turned to Dad and said, "oh Dad, where have you been?" he said to me, "Oh, Ive been around." I cannot express the sheer joy i felt, i was so happy, but calm as well.

I woke from this dream, so happy, not at only seeing my father, but having heard his voice. I hadnt realised how much I missed hearing his voice until then.

Just wanted to share.

Love the Grey:)
 
greymare said:
:) I wanted to share this.

I dreamt last night, that i was in a white hallway, on one side was windows that looked out onto a garden. In the hallway, were all these people that i knew had passed away, some i knew that names of, some i did not, but I knew that I knew them.

My father was walking towards me with my mother, I hugged my mother, and whispered to her, "is that really Dad?" (he passed away in '93). She smiled, and I turned to Dad and said, "oh Dad, where have you been?" he said to me, "Oh, Ive been around." I cannot express the sheer joy i felt, i was so happy, but calm as well.

I woke from this dream, so happy, not at only seeing my father, but having heard his voice. I hadnt realised how much I missed hearing his voice until then.

Just wanted to share.

Love the Grey:)
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I hope InLove and Jack Halyard were there, too. Otherwise, is it Heaven (imho)?

Although, I must agree, hearing a dear voice and/or seeing a dear face is heavenly.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
Hi Greymare —

When my dad died, my big sister was resting in her grief one afternoon, when a woman appeared and said, "Don't worry, he's with me now."

She told my mum who, being the good Catholic she is, said, "It's the Blessed Virgin."
"No," my sister said, "I don't know who it was, but it wasn't her."
So there was a discussion, and in the discussion, my sister described the woman she saw. "Ah," my mum said, "you're right. That's not Our Lady, that's Hannah, your dad's mother."
And no, my sister had never seen nor met her, nor do we have pictures of her ...

God bless,

Thomas
 
greymare said:
:) I wanted to share this.

I dreamt last night, that i was in a white hallway, on one side was windows that looked out onto a garden. In the hallway, were all these people that i knew had passed away, some i knew that names of, some i did not, but I knew that I knew them.

My father was walking towards me with my mother, I hugged my mother, and whispered to her, "is that really Dad?" (he passed away in '93). She smiled, and I turned to Dad and said, "oh Dad, where have you been?" he said to me, "Oh, Ive been around." I cannot express the sheer joy i felt, i was so happy, but calm as well.

I woke from this dream, so happy, not at only seeing my father, but having heard his voice. I hadnt realised how much I missed hearing his voice until then.

Just wanted to share.

Love the Grey:)
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Beautiful dream, grey. :) I think, I think, I think you may have gotten a glimpse of the heavenly places ....
 
Ok, here's the last dream I remember.

and you know ...... dreams can be weird.:)

I found myself in a place that was supposed to be some kind of temporary residence, like a hotel apartment.

But it wasn't a normal "apartment." There was a mystical, aquatic feel to it. The floor was a bluish-green mixture of colours and there were pools of liquid with a similar bluish-green except that it was watery and shiny.

I'm not the only person living at this "place." Several other people start arriving. I start getting claustrophobic and feel like I'm losing my privacy and solitude. I start looking around for a toilet, end up climbing on top of some weird-looking furniture and urinating into one of those bluish-green pools. A woman walks by and I think to myself, did I just do something rude?

I decide that with all these people around, I need to get out of this place. At this point I sort of realise I'm dreaming, or at least get the idea that I can "fly." So at this point there's a bit of lucid dreaming.

I look up and decide I'm going to try to break through the ceiling. Here I go . . . Ooooops, just did a little jump. Let's try again. I start floating upwards, trying to make myself go up further. I fall back down again. I try again. I crash into the ceiling and realise it's made of something soft and flexible. I poke a hole in this soft, flexible structure and the rest of it bends upwards as I push my way up.

Instead of another apartment in the next level, I discover a retail store, with people walking around in it. I try not to make myself to visible, poking little holes just to peak around.

Something in the real world wakes me up. I try to go back to sleep and when I do, I think I remember dodging and weaving in some kind of dungeon with a weapon, fighting the people who have came after me after trying to escape that weird hotel apartment.
 
greymare said:
:) I wanted to share this.

I dreamt last night, that i was in a white hallway, on one side was windows that looked out onto a garden. In the hallway, were all these people that i knew had passed away, some i knew that names of, some i did not, but I knew that I knew them. Love the Grey:)
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Grey,

Thank you for sharing your dream. :) I know that very feeling you speak of and felt it the moment I looked into my spouse's eyes for the first time so many years ago - pure calm.

I have several related comments - the first of which is that my dreams are usually more like the one posted later in this thread - watery non-toilet-having residential/retail combo dwellings... ;)

(When I was 9 or 10 I dreamed Barry Manilow was in my dresser drawer (socks!) and popping up to sing "Day Break" every time I opened the drawer...nuff said?)

Less funny but also truthful, my Mother (who has Native American heritage) had several horrible conditions spanning 10 years which ultimately led to her early death. During that time she accumulated her medication and attempted suicide one night. She came to me, at about 4am, as I awoke and sat up staring at her figure there in front me. As quickly as that she vanished. The next day I received the call from my stepfather and was advised that right about that time he discovered my mother unconcious and took her to the hospital (rural - no 911).

After it was over she told me that while she lay in the hospital in the coma she dreamed of a large camp-like outdoors dwelling area with a huge funeral pyre (that she was on top of???!!!) surrounded by Native Americans circling round and bursts of color. Same thing - pure calm. No fear. The Chief came to her, looked her over and told her "No" she wasn't ready. At that very second she described a large hand coming out of the sky and reaching for hers. She grabbed it and awoke in the hospital to find my stepfather clutching her hand - he hand reached for it only seconds before.

We make contact with each far beyond the scope of what we "think" "should" be possible...it moves me like so many other aspects of our fragile human existence. Our minds, not quite Borg Collective status - but yet so beautifully and painfully linked.

Finally, the hallway - Grey - so strange...just the other day I described a feeling to my spouse - as if our life was like walking together down a long white hallway - we open the doors that are there stopping at each one to look inside to see what life has brought. Some doors are positive some negative, some neutral, but in the end, despite the turmoil or elation, there we are in the end still in the hallway, still hand in hand.

Bhairava

*drinks tea and stares out into the cold wet morning lake fog*

...here in the mountains where the Buddhas sleep in...
 
I only have weirdo dreams. The other night, Chairman Mao was at my place, and I expressed surprise, thinking that he was dead. He told me he was 100 years old today, so I had everybody sing "Happy Birthday" just to be polite, even though I didn't like Mao very much (the whole bloodthirsty-dictator thing was hard to get past). He got all maudlin and said he had never heard such a beautiful song before, and I was getting annoyed and thinking he was being over-the-top, since it isn't really all that much of a song. Then he put his arm around me, which I found a little creepy; I became aware that I was naked, which is not unusual since I'm never wearing clothes in my dreams, but usually it's not an issue, it's just how it is.
 
I think that our dreams are insightful. Some relate to our every day lives, some are a little odd ( Chairman mao, lol) but a few are rather unexpected, calming, soothing, even when you didnt even recognise that you needed it.

thank you ALL for sharing with me.

Love the Grey
 
I would like to share a dream I had a few years back that I remember to this day. I know that I was in heaven. I had to be. Or at least my spiritual mind was taking me back to a memory. I was in a place that was so beautiful. It had large buildings with golden domes. I remember sitting on top of a ledge that kind of looked like a bleacher seat, and I was staring out into the sky. It was so peaceful. I remember there was light. Like when the sun is almost going down around 4-5pm. But I didnt see the sun. The air felt nor hot nor cold just so wonderful. I remember there were others around me. I turned to a person to my right. I didnt know who this person was but I asked him where are we? And he said we are here. I asked him do we drink soda here? He says no we dont we drink in other ways that satisfy our thirst. He smiled and said you'll get used to it. I just kept staring at the buildings. They were really big! I remember then floating down to one of the buildings to go inside. As I was going to step into the door I woke up. I know I was somewhere. I even tried to draw where I was. Because I did not forget. I did not see my loved ones.

Only in another dream did I see my grandmother. Which felt so real. I was in an old house, and the light outside was so bright. Brighter then the sun, My vision was hazy. I remember floating through the rooms. Till I got to an area that looked like a barn but had a old fashion staircase. Right there I saw my grandmother. I felt such an overwhelming feeling of love. She smiled at me. I felt so emotional. I said Nana I cant believe your here. She just kept smiling didnt say a word but she did reach out to me and I felt this feeling like I was being drawn in. And I got scared. Then I felt my body float real quick out of the room. I dont know if these are NDE but I sure can say its truly amazing!

Signed
Sunshine
 
There are a couple of neuroscience concepts that relate to this: adaptive unconscious and nonconscious mind (they are not quite the same according to their proponents). There is just too much happening in the cerebral cortex for us to be aware (or conscious) if everything. But we record everything and dreams are (this is not my opinion, just an idea) is the played back and processed to see what can be "dumped".

That being said, Phillip K Dick (of Bladerunner fame) thought that tightly integrating this adaptive unconscious allowed him to experience an alternate reality in dreams. I am not saying that, or that you are wrong. But I think that you experienced just such an integration. My dreams flow into my conscious experience in numinous (mystical-mythical) reflexion, maybe yours could, too.
 
One time, when I was meditating... some strange thing happened...

I had this vivid image of a silver nebula... like a round cloud shaped dense shining milky way... and numerous shooting stars originating from the earth going into it one after another... the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I interpret the shooting stars as souls, and the silver nebula as the heaven...

Maybe my brain conjured up the image I had wanted to see... Maybe I momentarily fell asleep while sitting and dreamt it... But that day, my skepticism about the afterlife completely disappeared...　
 
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