I think it all started a month or two after he passed. I'd have nightmares about him rotting away and looking worse than what the cancer did to him. He'd act like himself but no one in the dream thought it was him. He was suffering so much in the dreams but would never die. Even when he did, he would always come back. No matter what I did, he would suffer. I think my brain still thought he was in pain and was hiding somewhere. In these dreams, I never thought this was him.
I had these nightmares once a week about 3-5 times. I finally told my grandma about this and she said not to accept them, that it wasn't my grandpa and that he wasn't suffering anymore. She sent me pictures of him being happy and I looked at them before I went to sleep.
I had the nightmare again but this time I was aware that it was a dream. I asked him why this was happening and he just said it was for a reason and then I woke up. I dreaded having it again and tried to think about all the happy memories. They stopped for 2 weeks and then it happened again.
I was back at my grandparent's house, I was looking for my grandpa but I didn't see him. I went downstairs and it was a lot more calm and bright instead of creepy and dark. Some family members were down there watching tv and I noticed how blank the walls looked. He was there and instead of opening his mouth to talk, thoughts would just enter my mind. He taught me how to paint the walls (it was a passion of his), and it was something I had never learned before. It just seemed so much like him and my mom confirmed that all the things he taught me was correct.
The nightmares definitely could've been the grief and the dream could've been something I had learned before and forgot but I don't remember that at all. That dream made me really happy though and I've been wishing that I get more like that. It really felt like he was there. I hope this brought comfort for some people.
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[link] [comments]I think it all started a month or two after he passed. I'd have nightmares about him rotting away and looking worse than what the cancer did to him. He'd act like himself but no one in the dream thought it was him. He was suffering so much in the dreams but would never die. Even when he did, he would always come back. No matter what I did, he would suffer. I think my brain still thought he was in pain and was hiding somewhere. In these dreams, I never thought this was him. I had these nightmares once a week about 3-5 times. I finally told my grandma about this and she said not to accept them, that it wasn't my grandpa and that he wasn't suffering anymore. She sent me pictures of him being happy and I looked at them before I went to sleep. I had the nightmare again but this time I was aware that it was a dream. I asked him why this was happening and he just said it was for a reason and then I woke up. I dreaded having it again and tried to think about all the happy memories. They stopped for 2 weeks and then it happened again. I was back at my grandparent's house, I was looking for my grandpa but I didn't see him. I went downstairs and it was a lot more calm and bright instead of creepy and dark. Some family members were down there watching tv and I noticed how blank the walls looked. He was there and instead of opening his mouth to talk, thoughts would just enter my mind. He taught me how to paint the walls (it was a passion of his), and it was something I had never learned before. It just seemed so much like him and my mom confirmed that all the things he taught me was correct. The nightmares definitely could've been the grief and the dream could've been something I had learned before and forgot but I don't remember that at all. That dream made me really happy though and I've been wishing that I get more like that. It really felt like he was there. I hope this brought comfort for some people. submitted by /u/Fabulous-Dot3040 [link] [comments]
