Some people dream, some don’t, or at least they don’t remember doing so.
But do dreams mean anything? Well, while people are convinced dreams are a form of messages received by forces we are unable to see or feel while wide awake, some scientists claim that dreams are simply a result of neuronal processes taking place within our brain.
While we are asleep, our brains are anything but.
Sometimes, dreams happen as a reflection of the day that passed, and other times they represent our fears. But what does it mean when we dream of a deceased person?
These dreams can be seen as part of the process of grieving or a transition that takes place in our own life. According to Healthline, it has to do with the latter.
These dreams are common when we experience certain changes, such as getting a new job, moving places, or meeting someone new.
What is most important than the dream itself, however, is how it make us feel.
Rubin Naiman, who has a Ph.D. in psychology, spent years of his life studying sleep patterns and habits. According to him, “Dream interpretation is about decoding the dream. It enlightens us and expands our awareness psychologically, [offering an] expansion of consciousness.”
So, dreaming of someone who is no longer alive may be related to the changes mentioned above and how those changes affect us.
”A lot of contemporary neuroscientists believe during REM sleep, the brain is involved in maintenance tasks, and it accidentally ‘kicks up dust,’ visually. At that end, dreaming is considered totally meaningless.” On the other hand he explains, “The other end is that dreaming is more substantial than waking. And we see this in ‘dream cultures,’ such as the indigenous people of Australia, who believe dreaming is intrinsic to our spiritual existence.”
Experts place these dreams into four categories.
- First, dreaming of a deceased person may be interpreted as the brain trying to work through the pain of the loss.
- If we hadn’t made amends with the deceased person before their passing, we may feel guilt and that might be the reason why they visit us in our dreams.
- According to Lauri Loewenberg, a dream analyst, we may be dreaming of a deceased person if we see some of their behaviors, such as substance abuse or else, in ourselves.
- There are experts who believe that these dreams represent a visitation from the deceased person, especially if we see them in a good condition in our dream, meaning they are well dressed or seem happy. If we feel good about the dream, it may mean that the deceased person says ‘Hello.’
No matter what we feel about dreams, the truth is that they offer something deep and meaningful. They often give us insight into the soul and our connection with the deceased person that we see in our dreams.
MY LATE PARTNER’S PARENTS SUDDENLY APPEARED & DEMANDED I GIVE THEM THE KEYS TO HIS HOUSE – I AGREED UNDER ONE CONDITION.
The air in the living room was thick with tension. Jason’s parents, his father, a man whose face I hadn’t seen since Jason was a teenager, and his mother, a woman whose icy glare could curdle milk, sat opposite me, their faces a mask of greed and indignation.
“He did leave you an inheritance,” I said, my voice calm despite the tremor running through me. I reached into my bag and pulled out a sealed envelope. “He wanted you to have it.”
Their eyes widened. They practically lunged for the envelope, their fingers trembling with anticipation. I watched as they tore it open, their faces contorting with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
The envelope contained a single sheet of paper, a handwritten letter from Jason.
“Dear Mom and Dad,” the letter began, “If you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer with you. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I want you to know that I forgive you. I also want to express my gratitude to Sarah for the unwavering support she has given me throughout my illness. She was my rock, my confidante, my love.
“I know you might expect me to leave the house to you, but I believe Sarah deserves it. She helped me pay the mortgage for years, she cared for me when I was sick, and she was always there for me, even when you weren’t.
“I hope one day you can understand my decision.
With love, Jason”
The room fell silent. Jason’s father, his face contorted with rage, crumpled the letter and threw it on the floor. “This is an insult! He should have left the house to us! We are his family!”
His mother echoed his sentiments, her voice shrill with indignation. “He was under her spell! She manipulated him! He wouldn’t have done this if he was thinking clearly.”
I remained silent, watching them with a mixture of pity and satisfaction. Their greed was palpable, their love for their son a distant memory, overshadowed by the allure of material possessions.
“I understand your disappointment,” I said calmly, “but Jason’s wishes are clear. The house is mine.”
Jason’s father exploded. “You’re nothing but a gold digger! You only married him for his money!”
I rose to my feet, my anger finally erupting. “I married Jason because I loved him, not for his money. I was there for him when you weren’t. I supported him through thick and thin. I loved him unconditionally, even when his own family abandoned him.”
Jason’s mother scoffed. “Love? You loved his money, that’s all.”
I turned to leave, my head held high. “I will not tolerate these accusations,” I said, my voice firm. “Jason loved me, and I loved him. And I will honor his wishes.”
As I walked away, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t experienced in years. I had finally stood up for myself, for my love for Jason, and for the life we had built together. The house, a symbol of their greed and his love, would remain a testament to their lost opportunity and to the enduring strength of true love.
I knew the battle wasn’t over. They would likely try to contest the will, to find loopholes, to exploit any weakness they could find. But I was prepared. I had a good lawyer, and I had the truth on my side.
More importantly, I had Jason’s love, a love that transcended material possessions, a love that had proven to be stronger than any family feud, any petty greed. And that, I knew, was a legacy far more valuable than any house.
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