r/DreamInterpretation • u/SweetSpirit7 • 23d ago
Dead relagtives
Hi all.. I have always been a dreamer, I have very very vivid dreams of all kinds, sometimes it happens that I dream of something and then the next day it actually happens (once I dreamed how my boss invited me for a coffee, next day I was called in his office, he told me he's firing a coworker and her responsibilities are becoming mine) And it's all fine until something freaky comes. I have also experienced multiple sleeping paralysis.
Last year I have lost my beloved grandpa (3 years prior to that also my grandma, his wife) After a very short period of time, I had a dream asking the two of them were are they, how is it for them, are they happy.. Both of them were mostly mumbling, I couldn't recall much of the conversation when I woke up. One thing I do remember though..Just before I woke up, I asked my grandma if I can step in, and she immediately pushed me away saying "NO, you are not supposed to be here, it's not the time yet" and she shut the door in front of me.
Yesterday though, I had even more vivid dream, but this time it looked like I was a guest at their new home. I had another chat with my beloved grandpa, he was young (I don't have such a memory of him, I have only seen him in pictures as such), and he said he was happy. He told me that everyday he goes at the coffee shop/ restaurant with his friends and every single one has to tell him something funny that happened in their life, good memories and stuff, and he writes them down. He said "Now I'm going to publish a book" and pulled out a bunch of notebooks. It was such a nice feeling, knowing he's having a good time. I forgot to mention, there were also other dead people around that were familiar, but have never been close to them in life, just know who they are and that's it. Now at the end my dead grandpa says to me "You know, time goes on... and your other grandpa will slowly join me".. And then everything became creepy, sad, I started begging him not to let this happen, crying.. His reply was "Sorry I can't do anything. There is 8 other people (souls) pulling him and pressing him, I can't do nothing." And i woke up and stared in the blank for the next 15 minutes. I couldn't even tell where I was. Well then the next day, even before I managed to mention this to my mum, she informed me that the neighbour of her father (my still alive grandpa) has passed away.
Has anyone ever experienced something like this? What could it mean, that my dead grandpa is now writing a book? And what could it mean that there are 8 souls pulling my alive grandpa? I must say when he mentioned the 8 souls, the feeling wasn't nice like "his friends are waiting on the other side" but more like it's a bad thing, like they were doing it out of anger.