I’ve had them since I was a child, these dreams that were more than just dreams. They were never like regular dreams, when the brain is just filtering out the sights and sounds of daily waking life. These dreams are different.
They feel like more than just dreams. They feel like actual events taking place on some other plane of existence. When I have dreams of this nature, they have a beginning, a middle, and an end, after which I abruptly wake up. I am usually given a task, sometimes with other people, and the story completely plays out until the end when the task is completed and I wake up. These are not just dreams. I wake up feeling as though I have been somewhere, and with a strong sense of accomplishment. I don’t have them frequently, maybe once every three months or longer. But I’ve always had them since I was young. I still remember most of them. One of them involved two children and an approaching storm. It showed me what would happen if I challenged the storm (rescue the children), and what would happen if I did not (destruction). The dream played twice with different results at the end. And then I woke up.
More recently, I had another of these unusual dreams. I was in a house with two other people. We were on an upper floor, and there was a coffin in the room. There was an old man in the coffin, presumably dead, and we had been tasked to awaken him. The other two people with me, a guy and girl, both seemed rather accustomed to this sort of thing, but looked to me for guidance. I don’t remember how we awakened him, (I vaguely remember someone mentioning a spell), but soon he was sitting up, eyes open. We helped him out of the coffin and into a chair. He was rather shaken by the fact that he was dead. He was more talkative and calm when we held his hand. Our touch seemed to give life to him. When we let go of his hand, his eyes would close and he would slump in his chair. There was a pen and notepad nearby, on which I wrote down everything he said. As I held his hand, he wept a few times and thanked us for what we were doing. He told me about his sister, Anna, who “loved lavender so”. He told me about his daughter, who prepared the flowers for his funeral. He told me about his son who makes “beautiful wood furniture”. There was a long wooden staff in his coffin, which had been laid next to him. He spoke only of his family and very little about himself, except that he had died suddenly, before he had time to realize what was happening. We knew it was important to keep holding his hand until he was finished. He looked at the three of us and said, “I have been awakened by Love”. He was referring to us. We all had strong feelings of compassion for the old man and he could sense it. He then looked up and made an appeal to the divine, “Give me strength. Give me courage. Give me life”. He then slumped in his chair. He had shared with us his love for his family and made peace with himself. We gently placed him back in his coffin.
After this, a few ‘maybe related’ things happened. I had a motorcycle, which for some reason was also on the second floor of the house with us. It was having some issues and I had planned to take it to a mechanic. I have never owned or driven a motorcycle and never wanted one. I never think about motorcycles, ever, so this was an odd part of the dream. Related somehow, perhaps. The two people with me were people I’ve never met in my waking life. It was clear, however, that they were not put off by waking up the dead. It seemed like a common occurrence for them. The male friend was about to leave when I asked him to help me bring the motorcycle down the stairs. He agreed, and then we were outside. He suggested that I walk the bike to the garage (there was one nearby) instead of having it towed, as that would save money. I agreed to this, my two friends went on their way, and I woke up.
I’m not sure what sort of dream this could be called. It wasn’t shamanic, at least not what people say shamanic dreams are supposed to be like. It wasn’t a prophetic dream, as it didn’t seem to be about the future or involve any kind of divination. We were just there to help an old man accept his physical death, and we accomplished that.
I’m sure there are others who have dreams of this nature, though I would highly doubt those who say they have them every night. Mine are very infrequent, with several months between them. And, they are always as real and vivid as this laptop I’m typing on.









