Concerns Of The Living Addressed In Dreams

Dear Readers: I want to thank all of you who sent me your visitation dreams. I feel visitation dreams are very profound and personal and I’m truly honored to have received so many letters. I wish I could print them all.

I promised you more visitation dreams, so here are two more to inspire, amaze and astonish you.

Dear Nancy: My sister, with whom I was very close, died in May of ‘94 of melanoma cancer. A little more than a year later I had this dream which helped me tremendously. I’m still sad and miss her a lot, but I know she made it to the other side and is very happy. - Shirley

I enter a large building complex to meet my sister. Inside, it is beautiful purplish-blue crystalline in color. I walk up a flight of stairs where my sister meets me. She is her wonderful exuberant self and we are both very excited to see one another.

She tells me how happy she is living and working here. She’s excited about her new job and wants me to meet her boss. She tells me she loves him and knows he will hire me, too.

We walk into his big office surrounded by windows and sit down opposite his desk. I feel peaceful, calm and happy. He’s a large, peaceful, older man who reminds me of Burl Ives. I know he is God. My sister tells him that I want to work for him, which I confirm. He says he would love to hire me, but I still have work to finish “down there.” I look toward the window and know “down there” is a great distance.

I ask him “When?” He says, “Don’t worry. It won’t be long.” He smiles and looks at me with a twinkle in his eye. Again, I ask when. He writes the date on a piece of paper, folds it in half and hands it to me, smiling and twinkling.

I take the paper, glance at it and look at his smiling eyes as if we share a secret. I lay the paper unopened back on his desk.

I wake up feeling incredibly joyous.

Dear Nancy: More than 40 years ago my older sister was killed in an auto accident and left five children with her no-good husband. I had this dream or vision (I’m not sure which) the night after her funeral. - Mary

I hear my sister’s voice, which seems to be coming from behind a screen. She calls, “Mary, Mary.” I answer, “Where are you?” She answers, “You can’t see me, but I can see you.

I want to tell you not to worry about me because I’m in such a beautiful place and I’ve never been so happy in my life.

If you can, could you watch over my children once in a while? You know how John is.” Then she says, “I have to go now. I love you.”

This column is intended as entertainment. But psychologists who work with clients’ dreams say that dreams can hold a tremendous amount of significance; a particularly disturbing or repetitive dream may indicate the need to see a therapist.

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