Since Richard’s death I haven’t dreamed about him. There was the one weird dream about him making comments on Facebook. But he hasn’t been in my dreams in person.
Until last night.
It was one of those incredibly vivid dreams. The kind that seem so very real. Intensely real. And Richard was there. Alive.
I was standing there talking to him, in what seemed to be a kitchen, but it wasn’t our house.
I remember telling him, “You really shook us up there. You’re kind of important to us.. you know?”
And he said, “Yeah… I know.”
I’ve read many accounts of people claiming after death communications with their loved one. A lot of them see the person with maybe only an upper body, or opaque so they can see through them. And most have light radiating out behind them. This wasn’t like that at all. It was Richard in his normal body. No Hollywood lighting effects.
And he didn’t come to tell me that he was happy where he is now and it was OK, like most of the other people have reported. He was just back, and alive.
And I remember hugging him. And hugging him. And then I got Debbie to come over and join in. We had a big old group hug. And Richard hugged back. And didn’t protest. That should have tipped me off right there I was dreaming. Richard would never have gone along with all that huggie-wuggie stuff in real life.
And I felt such intense joy.
I joked with him that he’d have to come visit me in prison because they’d probably lock me up for insurance fraud now that he was alive. And I wondered who or what we actually buried out there in that big oak box anyway?
I told him, “We have to tell everybody you’re back and alive,” and he said, “Nobody cares about that.” I assured him many people did care a great deal, such as his big sister for one.
I don’t remember when Richard left my dream, but I know I dreamed more stuff and he wasn’t there.
And I woke up. It took several seconds to realize I was in my bed. It was dark out. And then I knew it had only been a dream. And I was honestly stunned it had been a dream. It just seemed so incredibly real – the most realistic dream I ever remember having.
I’ve posted this story in the “Comforting Thoughts” category.
Yes, I was very disappointed when I finally realized it had been a dream. And the nightmare of Richard being dead again was disheartening.
But seeing and talking to Richard in my dream, touching him, brought me comfort even when I was awake.
And I don’t understand why.
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So, I got your letter and decided to read a couple things here since I was invited. This is actually something that was very interesting to me. I’m not a huge dream person, but I have had a lot of weird Richard dreams, too and I thought maybe I should share this one with you.
One of them is very striking and I will never forget it. Like you said, it was so real. It was my only dream ever that didn’t have a setting- it was just some unknown, vague, “space.” Richard was there in full body but wearing clothes that weren’t really familiar to me. Richard just smiled his smile we all know and love and gave me a hug, and that was it.
But the strangest part was that unlike any other dream I’ve ever had, there was an unearthly emotion attached to it before I even saw Richard there. It was impossible to describe other than it was excitement, happiness, and peacefulness all rolled into one emotion. And it was a very intense emotion. It seemed to me more attached to the place than the subject of the dream, and I remember wishing that I could stay in this place forever.
When I woke up I felt “better,” I don’t know how to explain it. In my heart I have to believe that it was a little more than just a dream.
Thanks for sharing your dream Ivy. I’ve wondered if you’ve had any of these dreams.
Thanks for being there for us during some tough times – and some really nice times too.