Dreaming of the Dead
How a dream visitation from an old friend helped heal the past
About the dream
This dream was one of a series of what I believe to be true visitation dreams. Each dream in the series was what the spiritualists would call evidential in nature (conveying or suggesting verifiable information I couldn't have otherwise known).
All of these dreams occurred over a period of a few months in 2012. Although I’ve had many wonderful, even life altering dreams since, this series was the last of its type.
The dream that follows is my favorite. The account shared here is taken from my metaphysical blog. I called the post Lost and Found.
Lost and Found
Today marks the one year anniversary of a good friend's passing. And I have been thinking of him even though our friendship ended many years ago.
We said goodbye apparently for good in 1984 when he was making plans to leave the area and I was making plans to marry someone else.
Naturally, a great deal has happened in the intervening years. So it's not surprising, or in anyway indicative of my feelings, that it has been a long time since I've thought of him at all.
But three weeks ago I had a dream—and my friend Tim was the leading character. He was young and handsome in the dream and taller than I remembered. There was a remarkable brightness about him. And I know that kind of brightness.
He looked different but I recognized his energy. Sensing it as if I was standing next to him, stepping back in time to re-experience the soul vibration of a person I once loved.
In the dream, we meet by chance. I am living alone in a big sunny apartment and he is working at a nearby market. We bump into each other at his work and he asks if he can see me. Later on, standing in my dream apartment he tells me he wanted to contact me before but was afraid that doing so would stir up old emotion.
Then he explains why he let me down so many years ago and the things that had influenced him. The information is new but surprisingly coherent, fitting in neatly with events I had wondered about but not fully understood at the time.
Seeing our history in this new light changes things. My old remorse lifts. It is obvious to me, even in the dream, that Tim has come to make amends.
A child of ten or eleven has joined us. The child takes Tim's hand, and the three of us set out together on a wide boardwalk with long strings of golden lights on either side. Some kind of festival is happening all around us and I am happy in a way I had almost forgotten.
I tell him he is right about the emotion. "I can feel it," I say. "Can you?"
He doesn't answer or if he does, I don't remember. There is a knowing that our time together is ending and that he has brought me back to where I’m meant to be. When I wake up and consider the brilliance and the clarity of the dream, I know that he is gone.
I pull my laptop into bed and find the obituary online and see the same beautiful smile I loved so long ago. I learn that Tim died in a hospice, some eleven months earlier, at the age of 52. I’m sad I didn't know but glad to think he made it through okay.
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face… until we meet again.
Lost and Found first appeared in The Mystic Review at MysticReview.com on April 18th, 2012.
Ah, this is lovely, Barbara. You spoke of visitation dreams yesterday in the Small Dream Group and this is such a beautiful example and explanation of one.
Thank you.