Thread: Dead people don't visit me.... I visit them?

I once went to a psychic when I was about 15. She was pretty creepy, knew a lot about me, my family, etc. She said to me "You are psychic too." I told her I didn't think I was psychic. I certainly didn't feel psychic or have any psychic abilities, but then I have always been overly interested in the whole concept. She said "You will when you're older. You will notice it in your dreams."

My grandfather who I was quite close to and loved dearly died of alzheimers about 5 years ago. I don't know if I believe in ghosts or anything, and quite frankly have always been afraid of them, so when he died I told him at his funeral not to come visit me if he could because he would scare me. He never did. I didn't know naturally if he could hear me or not, I just felt the need to say it just incase.

About 2 years ago now (so about 3 years after his death), I was at a charity hockey game with a group of friends. The guys were playing hockey and then there was a group of us just drinking beer and hanging out watching them play. I was introduced to a guy who was several years older than me. I had gone to school with him and his brother in elementary school and they had lived up the street from me but I never really knew them or had anything to do with them because they were so much older than me. He told me his brother had killed himself a few weeks ago.

A few weeks later I started having false awakenings. Except, instead of waking up in my own bed and thinking I was awake, I would wake up at someone else's house and not understand how I got there. "I went to sleep in my own bed, when did I get here?" My friends in the dream would laugh and call me crazy. On one occasion I woke up on my friends couch. "You've been sleeping all God damn day, get up, we're going to the bar." He said to me. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't understand how I got there, and he kept telling me to quit being nuts. Eventually, I would either wake up somewhere else and think all that had been a dream but by that point I was incredibly confused, or I would just wake up back in my own bed feeling like I had been out on the town and only slept for an hour (even though I had slept for 10 hours or so). Even now when I think back to waking up on my friends couch, it feels more like a memory than like a dream. It was so incredibly real and nothing was weird about it that would suggest a dream, except for the fact that I woke up there even though I had gone to bed in my own bed, and eventually I did wake up in my own bed again.

Then the scariest false awakening happened. I woke up at what looked like a party. There were several people everywhere, except no one was saying anything. There were a couple other people there who looked as freaked out as I did and some of them were whispering amongst each other looking around the room like they didn't know what to do or what was going on. My grandfather sat on the couch with a blank expression on his face. I went up to him and stood in front of him but he wouldn't talk to me. "Why wont he talk to me?" I asked a couple of the people who were talking amongst himself. "He's dead. He doesn't even know you're here. He's reflecting." They told me. WTF. I went outside. The boy I had gone to school with who had killed himself was on top of the roof. His family was yelling at him, crying, and begging him to come down. He jumped. The fall should have killed him, but he got up angry and climbed back up to the top again. He continued to jump and climb back up repeatedly. I finally screamed at him "STOP IT YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD!" He jumped off and came running at me, fist clenched. I covered my face when his dad grabbed his hand. His dad told him to calm down or something. The boy climbed back up on the roof. "How are you talking to him? Why can't I talk to my grandpa?" I asked him. "You can." He told me. "Just go sit beside him and wait." I went back inside and sat beside my grandfather on the couch. I didn't dare look at him but I could see this sort of smug smile come over him. Finally, he pinched my elbow. I looked over to him and he was looking at me smiling. I don't remember what we said to each other but we stood up and hugged each other and I was crying so hard. He told me I couldn't stay and that I had to go. I woke up back in my own bed.

About a year after that I was at the library with one of my clients. I was waiting for her so I started browsing the books and came across a Sylvia Browne book that described purgatory almost identical to what my dream looked like. It still freaks me out.

This past summer my grandmother died. I never made it to her funeral as I was living in a different province. The other night I had another false awakening. I woke up in a movie theatre lobby. I didn't know where to go as none of the movies looked appealing, so I just picked a random one as it was empty and sat down. A few minutes later I noticed my grandmother and grandfather (different grandfather than above who died earlier) were sitting together in front of me. They wouldn't talk to me, but they could hear me and they seemed rather annoyed that I was there and trying to talk to them. My great grandmother who died when I was about 8 (my grandmothers mom) sat down beside me. She was incredibly friendly and asked me my name, etc. I told her that I met her when I was a little girl and she started talking about how much I had grown up. I asked her if I was dead. "Well you shouldn't be...but I don't know why you are here if you're not." I tried to explain to her that I must have died twice, that this has happened to me before. She then started arguing with me saying "You're not dead. You never died. You're not ready yet. You shouldn't be here if you're not dead." I told her I didn't know how I got there, that I was just dreaming maybe. She didn't think I was dreaming, but said I was welcome to stay and watch the movie if I wanted to. I told her I would try and asked why my grandparents weren't talking to me. They again, looked slightly annoyed but also kind of happy that I was there and talking about them. She told me it was grandma's time to reflect and that they were going to watch a movie about her life and not to interrupt them. I kept insisting that I was dead and I must be in the wrong movie theatre. She told me if I were dead, I would know where to go, and that I couldn't be dead and to just be quiet.

Lol. I don't know why I'm typing all this here. I sometimes think I really travel to these places when I'm sleeping because they feel so real. Like when I see them in my dream and I wake up, I don't feel like I haven't seen them in forever like I do prior to that. I feel like I just saw them. Just looking for insight if anyone has ever experienced anything like this before?