When Someone Who Has Died Shows Up in Your Dream, THEY ARE ACTUALLY THERE!!

Hello everyone, I started with USM when I was 16, I used to tell stories of ghosts and dreams that I had had along with a few other things about Ouija boards and have spent the majority of these years away from USM, but I have been feeling a strong pull to come back. My apologies if you do not care to read through it, but it gives evidence to why I believe the claim that I make at the bottom.

ON DREAMS WITH THOSE WHO'VE PASSED: In my teens, I discovered many things about the dead including that I was highly skilled in mediumship. I have since gone away from using my ability intentionally because many things went wrong when I was young and many evil things attached to me. One of the things that I discovered was that in dreams, if the dead visit you, they are actually there. My father's spirit is what taught me this. He said something in a dream to me BEFORE I found out that he was dead, that stated that the truth would be revealed about the situation. I found out he was dead 4 days later and the coroners report stated that he had died approximately 2 hours before I woke up from the dream in which he first revealed his dead spirit to me.

In the dream he was standing in his bedroom and a bright light (typical stereotype I know) surrounding him and he said, "it's okay Jennifer, they all know now." I cried instantly in the dream because what he meant was that my whole family would learn that he did in fact do cocaine which verified an instance in which I had pleaded to them for help while he was still living but was met in disbelief, and to which no one responded with help. I cried back that I couldn't talk to those people, he had ruined me in their eyes (he truly had with lies and by refusing to admit to them all that he was an addict as I had said). He hugged me and I felt him there, it was my dad, the hug in that dream was so REAL. He was there and I felt his hug for the last time in my life.

I woke up sobbing and looked at the clock. It was 12:03 am and I thought man that was sad but went back to sleep. I had been visiting a friend and it was officially Sunday morning at that point. On Monday afternoon I was upset with him and tried to contact his cell phone but got no response. I did the same thing on Tuesday and Wednesday. Still no response. I was angry with my dad from that dream and I wanted to demand that he tell everyone the truth as clearly that was what my dream meant. But I was wrong, and around 8 or 9pm that night I had to track my mother down who had gone next door. She was at the neighbors house sobbing and I couldn't understand why. I asked her what was going on, what happened, why was she crying? She grabbed my arms and through tear-filled eyes cried, "Jennifer, your dad is dead." I saw in my mom's eyes that this was no joke, and that the last year that I had spent watching him die (I could see his soul fading and him on his way out and I could see it through my minds eye) was finally over. This was it, my soul crushed and I screamed sobbing to the ground as my knees could no longer hold me up. My drunken mind raced with I knew it, here it is, no, I knew it, oh my God Dad no, and in that moment my world was destroyed forever.

Sober, and thinking for the next couple of days I cried trying to reach him with my mediumship abilities but I couldn't. He came again in a dream 3 days after I found out he had died. In this dream I had rolled over in my bed. My dad had woken me up saying, "Jennifer, open your eyes." I squinted my eyes and could make out my dads body shape. He was sitting in my desk chair which he had pulled out from my desk and across the room to sit and watch me sleep (or to talk to me). I responded by slamming those tightly squinted eyes shut again. The ghost believer in me responded with a clench-teethed, "huh-uh, that is not happening." He responded, "open your eyes!" He got a "hell no, that it is not happening!" out of me as I squinted again to see him sitting there. I wouldn't open my eyes because I knew he was dead and it was so real. I knew that my dad was sitting there and it was creepy because I was fully aware that I would be opening my eyes to look at my dad's ghost. I closed those eyes and focused really hard on "going back to sleep." To this day I swear to you, I am not sure whether I was fully asleep, in a state between the two, or fully awake when this discussion occurred, but I lean towards my being asleep.

Two weeks after he had been dead he came again in my dream. We were eating at our favorite chinese buffet, but this time at the end of the meal he said, "so are you going to go get desert?" "Uhhh, Yeah!" I replied... I was taken aback and I even realized in the dream that my dad was dead. I realized with him sitting across from me that this was his way of telling me that he no longer sees me as his fat daughter. He loves me just the way I am. In life at this point he always griped at me for going for desert. But he no longer did and I could feel it. I knew he was there, and I consciously knew right then that he was saying I was perfect and that he is sorry for ever making me feel not good enough.

A while later, I want to say a month or so, I had a night mare that I was all alone in the house and doing dishes. All of the kitchen windows were open and I happened to look up and see a man staring at me from about 2 feet away through the screen. Panic came over me and I instantly realized that I had to rush to close the bigger windows to my left because this home invader was going to hurt me. As I turned to my left to run to the windows my dad appeared and said, "JENNIFER!!!" I instantly lost the fear of the man who was about to get in. My dad was there and I was safe. I was so happy to see my dad.

Again, sometime in the next couple of months I dreamed that a gang of people were hunting me through the bayou behind the house I grew up in. I was running through the Texas heat and could feel these people coming and could hear them tracking me in the distance. I had to stop and crouch every now and then because they would have seen me otherwise. I kept going and finally I got to the giant fence hole that my dad had rigged to get the dirt bikes in and out of the bayou as kids (he had an entire fence piece rigged to be easily picked up, and moved to the side and back again. The fence piece rested nicely on two giant bolts with washers on each end. My mind raced as I darted through the opening, "How could I possibly keep them out?, it doesn't lock shut... I turned around to grab the fence piece and my dad was there to hold the other end. I grabbed my end of the 8-foot section and he helped me move it back on to the bolts. He took out a hammer and nails and said, "Run, I got this." He proceeded to hammer while I ran inside and barricaded the door. I thought to myself in the dream, "OMG, he did it again!" I felt completely safe, and the scary dream turned to just a dream.

The next dream was at least 3 months away from the last one. I was looking for him for the majority of the dream. I had come home from school but he didn't come home from work. A day passed, and when I got home from school and began searching for him through the nearby apartment complex. When I found him he had sores on his lips from burning his lips on a crack pipe, and was playing with the puss on his lip. (This piece was normal to me as my dad always played with his wounds.) But I said, "Oh my God dad, you have to stop this." He didn't say anything and I woke up. I knew when I woke up that this meant that in the spirit world he was working through the addiction he had and was in a terrible place. I wished that I could pull him out, but from my past, I knew that he was doing his necessary inner-work. Still, it hurt to no avail to not be able to comfort him and bring him out of that.

I have had other less significant dreams over the past 13 years since he left me and I have been missing him terribly in the last week. I have had crying outbursts of anger because I discovered through discussion with him that he did not accidentally overdose. He intentionally swallowed a bottle of Tylenol PM after a night of drinking. In the last year I have had a tough time trying to come to terms with that information as I did not want to believe all the signs that pointed to this being the true cause of death.

Last night, I was very upset I guess because I had a very odd dream. I met PRINCE. Purple Rain Prince and I am not even a very big fan of his by the way (but my dad went to his concert when I was in high school without me because I did not care to go. He complained that Prince didn't even play Purple Rain, that he only played his new stuff. I also have aspired to be a singer my entire life so it makes sense that my dad would send a musician. So I assume this is why it occurred this way:

I had a dream that I was shopping through Macy's and then was done shopping. I went to head out of the corridor which had become quite empty by this time, and saw Prince coming in with two bodyguards. I approached him with tears in my eyes but very calm. I said, "Hello, my dad was a huge fan of yours," I continued, "Could I possibly walk with you for a while, he died when I was 19, and it would make me feel better right now." He smiled at me and touched my cheeks. He said, "Oh sweet thing, of course," and took my hand. I began walking with him and he held it. There were no words spoken between us, I just moved closer to him and walked with tears streaming down my face. His body guards did not allow anyone else in the mall to approach us. I then woke up.

So, as far fetched as my rational mind wants to believe my dream was (because why would I be important to Prince?), I KNOW with all of my heart that it was him. As I woke up from the dream I thought, woah I dreamt that I met Prince and had a sad walk with him. Then my heart went boom and I was WIDE awake (this doesn't happen to me as I went to bed at 12:45am and it was 6:30. I usually struggle like nobodies business to get up. I thought, OH MY GOD! PRINCE IS DEAD! I MET PRINCE LAST NIGHT! HOLY issh I MET PRINCE! I turned to my boyfriend and said, John wake up. I met Prince last night and I explained the dream. I have taken some time today to look up things about Prince to see if I could identify similarities that only this dream would have enlightened me to. The thing I found was an interview in which he told Matt Damon, "No, I live in my heart, Matt Damon!" In response to the question of did he live in Minnesota. I have read that he was a very kind man since this morning and I again have no doubt whatsoever that I met PRINCE last night. I was not starstruck in the dream as I really do not have any sort of Prince fan inclination. But, if I just analyze it based on my spiritual self, my dad couldn't get to me last night so he found Prince and asked him to look in on me. I sure didn't go looking for him, but I've been looking for my dad.

I met Prince and am kind of in shock about it. I hope to see him again so that maybe I can tell everyone about that dream too!

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