When You Know You're Dreaming

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About once a month I dream about my mom. In the dream the same thing happens each time. Last night I was dreaming about getting ready for a family party, and I walked into a room and she was there. She looked absolutely beautiful.

As I always do, I immediately realize I'm dreaming and start to cry. I usually collapse to the floor and cry uncontrollably. She'll ask me how I am or what's wrong, and I always tell her the same thing, "This is a dream and  you're not going to be here long," and I continue to cry.

This time when I could tell she was getting ready to leave, I begged her to come back and visit me soon and more often. When I walked out of the room in my dream, I continued on with what I'd been dreaming about before, unaware that I was dreaming.

Do you dream like this? Are you ever aware that you're dreaming?

Comments

Angela Giles Klocke said…
(((Lisa)))

I am often aware of dreams but I don't know that I've ever said so IN a dream.
March 4, 2011 at 11:32 AM
Pat Tillett said…
That is such a sad dream...

I'm almost always totally aware that I'm in a dream. Many times, I'm also able to continue a dream after waking up for a short time.
My wife is always tickled because I talk out loud and she can sort of enter my dreams... I know that sounds weird, but it's true!
March 4, 2011 at 2:35 PM
Lisa Miles said…
I think it's cool to know when I'm dreaming. It happens once in a while when it's not about my mom, too, and it makes me do things I wouldn't normally do because I know it's not real. I guess I'd rather dream about her knowing it's a dream, than waking up thinking it was real. After she died I dreamt I went to visit her and she told me it was all a mistake, and that she wasn't really sick. I did not like waking up from that.
March 4, 2011 at 7:48 PM
Luitha said…
Hi, I found your beautiful blog, and this post resonated with me.

For about 8 months after my father died in 2006, I had regular dreams of him. He was often still ill, but not dying, or was in perfect health but about to leave on a train or plane...

I would cling to him and ask him to stay, but he would always go on. They were bitter sweet dreams, very vivid - I could feel him, his presence with me, even after I woke up.

After I began my shamanic training the dreams stopped, and when I completed my training I got to meet him again and offer healing to him to help him move on, and to help me let him go.

I haven't seen him in a dream in years now, but I can feel him sometimes and I know that if I need to, I can call on him for support :)

Luitha
www.thelivingsacred.co.uk
March 10, 2011 at 4:07 AM
Anonymous said…
Wow. That must be an emotional dream for you. I have had nightmares when I try to wake myself up within the dream, aware it is not real. Thankfully they do not happen often!
March 13, 2011 at 11:13 AM
LuvDeluxe said…
Next time don't waste you time with Mom crying. You two have unfinished business so give her a chance to tell you what she needs to or ask her what yo need to know. Yes you can control your dreams
March 17, 2011 at 9:59 PM
Jon A. Lukacher said…
I wish I had something that lucid.
April 4, 2011 at 12:51 AM
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