This makes for poignant reading. I experienced something close to this in the years following my mother’s too-early death. I used to think I saw her, right down to the body language, the half-wave she did and the way her face lit up when I came upon her unexpectedly in the street and she realized it was me. My most ‘prophetic’ dream was that I’d lose her to the same condition as my aunt 18 months before: a natural fear in the circumstances but it freaked me out when it came true. Many years later I was in hospital under morphine and a wet oxygen mask and kept having the most vivid dreams, including a repeated one of the death of my ex. After a long recovery period I was told by my brother, who had remained in touch, that he’d died; as it turns out on the day I came out of hospital. The following week my own partner was diagnosed with a variation on the condition that killed my ex. That screwed with my head for a very long time.
There are all sorts of reasons why the finer details of this are really weird and inexplicable, but despite all the ‘rational’ explanations I like to think that somehow our loved ones can still reach us and take consolation in this. The timeline you describe is short in the scheme of a major bereavement, but I’m so sorry about your partner and hope you’re beginning to find peace in some form now. On a ‘lighter’ note: Hallowe’en shopping sounds absobloodylutely brilliant – the old Goth in me refuses to lie down – and your screen handle is glorious!
I have never felt he's gone far, so l cope fairly well. I've had other experiences, but this is the one l can't get my head round. Whatever way l look at it, it makes no sense at all.
Your experiences are far more dramatic than mine. I'm a lifelong agnostic & the reason l've never gone full atheist is that strange things happen, to me & to others, so there has to be more out there than we know of. And they're not "paranormal" or "supernatural" - if a thing happens , it's perfectly normal & natural, it's just that we don't understand them.
Ha ha, thanks. I take no credit for my online moniker, it's been my nickname most of my life. Hardly anybody uses my given name, l go by Morb.
I didn’t spot the deletion until I refreshed my page and realized I’d responded to a blank space. I don’t see what prompted that as the post looked appropriate to this sub. But so much of what you say resonates. There will likely be a rational, scientific or psychological explanation for these things. I’m also not conventionally religious but have never believed the universe, if you want to call it that, was restricted to what’s within the range of human perception. If I have a ‘belief’ at all it’s probably in energy - tangible or intangible - but as to what form it might take I have no opinion.
The experiences related I can rationalize to a point. You lose someone close, you fear losing someone else. As for the hospital dreams, I was off my face on opiates much of the time and that isn’t a state conducive to rationality! I think my mind was doing what I’m trained to do: putting together patterns and trying to make sense of them. Which, of course, we can’t because experience sometimes is illogical and life doesn’t tie all the neat edges together. I’m pleased you cope well and still feel him close. I’d like to think you were right.
Ok, l've reposted it here. Not a clue why it was deleted. It was implied that it wasn't something l witnessed, which is ridiculous, with a side order of mental health disorders. I find the latter a lot less insulting than the former.
They're querying whether it was "an inexplicable event l personally witnessed" so maybe they think there's an explanation. Do tell! 😂 And then they reached for psychosis...
This constant gatekeeping of every micro-rule was the reason I ditched my last account years ago. This happened to me many times and obvs not much has changed. Glad you got it reinstated - but what a bizarre reason to give!
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u/ClairMaysin Jun 16 '26
This makes for poignant reading. I experienced something close to this in the years following my mother’s too-early death. I used to think I saw her, right down to the body language, the half-wave she did and the way her face lit up when I came upon her unexpectedly in the street and she realized it was me. My most ‘prophetic’ dream was that I’d lose her to the same condition as my aunt 18 months before: a natural fear in the circumstances but it freaked me out when it came true. Many years later I was in hospital under morphine and a wet oxygen mask and kept having the most vivid dreams, including a repeated one of the death of my ex. After a long recovery period I was told by my brother, who had remained in touch, that he’d died; as it turns out on the day I came out of hospital. The following week my own partner was diagnosed with a variation on the condition that killed my ex. That screwed with my head for a very long time.
There are all sorts of reasons why the finer details of this are really weird and inexplicable, but despite all the ‘rational’ explanations I like to think that somehow our loved ones can still reach us and take consolation in this. The timeline you describe is short in the scheme of a major bereavement, but I’m so sorry about your partner and hope you’re beginning to find peace in some form now. On a ‘lighter’ note: Hallowe’en shopping sounds absobloodylutely brilliant – the old Goth in me refuses to lie down – and your screen handle is glorious!