Last night/early this morning I had a dream where I was out on a shooting range with Phil. I had my uncle's pistols with me, especially the 1911 A1, which he loved to shoot whenever we visited my grandparents house. We walked down the hill to one of the shooting stations (it was outdoors) and as we were walking, I noticed he was sad and quiet. I reached out and took his hand and when we got to the station, I turned to him and said, "It's okay.. I'm sorry." and he said he was sorry as well, and then gave me a small smile. In the end, it was like a quiet understanding passed between us and it made me feel a bit better. Afterward I looked up the hill and saw M and she came down and we hugged each other and when I turned around, he was gone.
It was so weird, but it felt good to actually apologize, and also hear him apologize. After I woke up, I went straight to my laptop and sent M a message about my dream.
A few hours later, I get a txt saying she had a dream very similar to mine, where she was on the range with him and he apologized for what he did and so on and so forth.
I have to admit, we were both pretty impressed and found it bizarre that we both had similar dreams, but I'm really really glad we had that 'moment' in a sense to know that he's okay and that he's sorry for what happened.
I know a lot of people don't believe in these things, but a large part of me does. It's just so weird to me that she and I had a very similar dream.. there has to be something involved in that other than just weird coincidence.
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When my great grandmother passed, my uncle and I had very similar dreams. It was a few weeks to a month after the incident when we had them. Both involved her "coming home" from a vacation or something to that effect.
In my uncle's dream she stepped into his house and looked better than ever. She came bearing gifts (as she always did) and walked strongly, without a limp. (She had both of her knees replaced years before she died.) My uncle gave her a big hug and told her how much he missed her.
After the embrace, she sat in her favorite recliner and began talking to my uncle. No mention of heaven was made, it was just as if she had been away on vacation. He asked her how her trip was. She said it was nice, but she misses us a lot. He asked her if she liked it there.
She said, "I love it, Mark. All you can hear all day is people singing and praising the lord." Soon after that she got up to leave.
My dream was to the same effect, though there was nothing about Jesus. I remember hugging her and telling her how much I miss her, and her saying the same, and then her having to go. I've never dreamt of her since. I honestly believe she came to the both of us. It was a wonderful way of getting closure on her death. We were so close in life, it was nice to say goodbye in death.
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