Dreams

Trubrit said:

Wonderful story - well the brother part

And I bet your brother was there.  Our loved ones are closer to us, than we ever know.

Tru

I consider myself a rationalist and I do not believe in ghosts or an afterlife, but sometimes I hear one of my parents (long dead) calling me when I am sleeping.  I always get up, turn on a few lights, and be sure the house is secure (in that the voice may be warning me, not threatening me).  It is probably nothing, but hey, you never know!  I thnk that the only ghosts that truly exist are the ghosts in our minds and our memories.

SandiaBuddy said:

I consider myself a rationalist and I do not believe in ghosts or an afterlife, but sometimes I hear one of my parents (long dead) calling me when I am sleeping.  I always get up, turn on a few lights, and be sure the house is secure (in that the voice may be warning me, not threatening me).  It is probably nothing, but hey, you never know!  I thnk that the only ghosts that truly exist are the ghosts in our minds and our memories.

Cindy and I had a rock solid relationship from the start to her passing, together all the time, working and playing, and occassionally bickering. Two years after she passed, I started having some dreams where she wanted somebody else and we were falling apart. I'd wake up in a sweat, anxious and hurt. I still can make no sense of it, but they went away after time. I can guess what Freud might say, finding some deep-seated insecurity and lack of self-worth, but I'd rather leave it as random brain activity that my conscious was trying to interpret. Strange stuff, dreams...........................................Dave

I think there is a balance between this old body that my spirit hangs around in..lol. I can't say that I ever dreamed while on chemo or before sugery. When my daughter came to stay with me and help with the move after losing my husband, she was the "proof" I needed to some questions about messages in dreams. My daughter has NEVER believed in spirits..etc. She was never a dreamer..always solid sleep. One day after taking about a two hour nap, she came into the kitchen and had this wierd perplexed look on her face. I asked her what was wrong and she shook her head. After persisting she tell me, she began to tell me about the weirdest dream she had. She said there was a man sitting on the front porch in the rocking chair of the house we were in. She said he didn't speak but stared out into the pasture in deep thought. I asked her to describe him and she did...didn't really think anything about her description. She said the dream switched scenes and the same man was sitting in the middle of the pasture he had been staring at in a truck, I again asked for descriptions of the man and the truck. I got chills all over. She described my father. She never really knew my father and definitely new nothing about the details she described that only he would have. He passed in her younger years and had rarely seen either of my daughters. My father and I were not on the best of terms thru the years. The kicker for me was this. My father always drove Dodge trucks..particuarly blue Dodge trucks. There was no way for her to know this. There are NO pictures of him in those trucks and it has never been mentioned by anyone, including myself. She described exactly what my father would be wearing down to the cap on his head with a plaid buttond down collared shirt stiffly creased, lol and she described an old BLUE DODGE truck he was sitting in. This was the man in her dream. I was dealing with an extreme amount of grief and stress after just losing Doyle and getting the house on the market. I think my father was there for me in whatever way he could have been, be it a dream thru my daughter. I have been aware of a "second sense" since I was young. Growing up, both of my girls were witness to some unexplainable things. They never wanted to talk about it or embrace it in their younger days. In fact, they refused to discuss any of it. Both of them have a strong "second" sense that they are now learning to embrace and not fear.  I have had several other experiences that have no explanation to the rational train of thought. I just wanted to share my "dream" experience. 

Your mind is racing 100 mph and then when you try to sleep it's in overdrive because you can't divert your attention like you can during the day.  It's common for thoughts to be anxious at this time.  Try some meditation at night or even put on a calming CD to listen to during the hight hours.  My Google mini plays "country night" (crickets sounds)  going all night because my mind races at night as well.  It's worth a try.  Hope you get some restful sleep soon.

Kim

SnapDragon2 said:

Yep, its constantly racing. 

Yep, its constantly racing.  As for meditation or night sounds, don't think either would work with the pond frogs in the pasture, dogs barking all the time and then the snoring from the 3 males I live with, whew. LOL

Oh the snoring would drive me crazy.  After my illness, and because my husband snores, we have moved to seperate beds for sleep.  My TV is on also for about 2 hours every night.  I'll start out watching TV while listening to the cricket sounds in the background and that tends to send me into sleep, however if I've got to go the bathroom in the middle of the night, I'm up again starting over trying to get back to sleep.  Wish there was something that could divert your attention.

Kim