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Mister D Nomms:
I had a dream that kept coming back for a while where it would be a normal dream, but then my hear would teleport from my chest and into my hand and I'd freak out. Usually my first thought is something like "I can't grow a new one! I'm going to die!"

Redball:
My wife of 40 years died a year ago January. Understandably, I had no idea what the grieving would be like, or that it would remain kind of fresh for so long. I've shared some of my experience in the forum and in messaging.
For most of my adult life I remembered few dreams. They began surfacing after waking as I got into my late 60s and early 70s.
Last October, I woke in tears from a dream.
By way of setup: Clara and I both held amateur radio licenses. For 10 years starting in the late 1980s, we drove 125 miles from Detroit to our cottage on most weekends, and sometimes, for one reason or another, we drove two cars, keeping in voice contact on our VHF radios. This was before cell phones were commonplace.
In the dream, we're in separate cars on a freeway somewhere out west. The freeway is four lanes, divided, blacktop, with vivid green grass in the median and alongside, and no shoulders. We're headed up a tall mountain. It's looming ahead of us.
Clara's out of sight behind me. She's trying to tell me something, anxiety in her voice, but not panic. Her voice is breaking up. I keep going up the mountain, assuming, hoping she's following.
The road goes into the mountain, and becomes the inside of a parking structure. Someone stops me to tell me Clara's waiting for me ahead. I drive out of the structure, into a little residential area, and Clara's standing there, waiting for me. She has tears in her eyes, and she's telling me she was worried because we were so far apart.
End of dream.
I dictated the dream into my computer. I thanked her for stopping by.
She's appeared in several since. Each time, I thank her. Last night, she was there, and for the first time I can remember, I could see her face.
Sometimes, before dropping off to sleep, I invite her to come by during the night.

Kenyahp:
redball- God, you always have the most beautiful stories. Thats a gorgeous dream experience. I, personally, don't believe in the afterlife. But, sounds like shes just trying to keep in touch with you.

To lighten the mood: About two weeks ago I had a dream about a guy screaming at me. He was yelling at me about how I was a secret agent and he a bad guy, so we couldn't be together. Then he ran off. About 15 dream minutes later, he came back and was like "Well. I thought it over. IF you have a lesbian threesome, I will totally give up my bad-guy facade and be with you forever, my love". And I responded with "yeah, okay, sure". And...then my dream ended. Awake me was strangely disappointed. Also, I never did anything secret agent worthy. I just stood there.

Redball:
Yeah, I guess your disappointment is understandable; maybe more so because it's not like there was a second woman present in the dream to lead his threesome wish toward "reality."
As for afterlife, I've been close to Protestant religion most of my life, but not a real believer. In the last year, though, I've concluded that if mankind had never encountered or invented or experienced a higher power and religion, that grieving spouses, children, parents, friends and siblings would have demanded an afterlife, i.e., the feeling that there must be one.

Kenyahp:
I'm bound to agree with you on that final point. Are all your dreams about her exactly the same with minor details different or are they all different?


Whats even weirder about my dream is that there were like twenty men in his evil lair...

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