Marla Charbonneau

Ecstatic Connection With a Dearly Missed Friend

I‘m dreaming that I‘m at a house party. There are several people there and we are all visiting and having a good time. Suddenly I look up and see my friend Jon, who has been deceased for over two years, come down a short flight of stairs from some other room in the house. In the dream, Jon was in a wheelchair, as he was in life, and he had always been unusually good at getting around in places where others in chairs would typically not go. In fact, I met him on a dance floor over twenty years ago. He was a wild man and a man of amazing depth.

Anyway, I look up and see Jon and it is as if he “turns on my lucidity”. In the hundred plus lucid dreams, I‘ve had to date I‘ve never experienced anything like it. I just had a gut sense that he did something to make me lucid. He came up to me and I was nearly in tears; I was so happy to see him. I said to him, “Isn‘t this amazing that we are having this experience. We always talked about this kind of stuff when you were alive so it‘s just amazing that this is happening now.” It‘s like we communicated telepathically for quite a while but the main message was just a sharing of love because we were so happy to see each other in the dream.

I then said to Jon, “Why are you in the chair; you obviously don‘t need to be anymore?” He answered, “That‘s just because this is the way you are accustomed to seeing me.” Then he stood up. I had never seen him standing and I was so happy that we started slowly dancing around the room together. After doing this for quite a while we agreed to have a change of scenery. It was still early in my lucid dreaming “career” so I asked him to hold on to me while we flew through the wall. I was still nervous about going through a wall at that time. It was so cool! We flew outside and he held on to me while we soared over a beautiful landscape that looked just like the Sonoma County hills and fields where we had known each other for twenty years.

We came to rest in a beautiful rural setting and talked for a while longer. After a while, I began to lose lucidity and I woke up. I was left with the greatest sense of elation I have ever had as a result of a lucid dream. I have seen deceased people many times in dreams, and at least one other was lucid, but this is the only time I have felt like I was genuinely connecting with the spirit of the person. What an amazing blessing!

RickM

Visit With Dad In Paradise

The following dream occurred on July 29, 2007, and 5 years after the death of my father from cancer. I now believe it to be primarily OBE, based on the delineation offered by Ed Kellogg in the last issue of the Lucid Dreaming Experience. The dream was strikingly vivid and indelible in nature, turning lucid at the very end (Waggoner, Shifting State Hypothesis). I sometimes wonder if this was a spiritual visit with my father in paradise, symbolized by the two-story trolley; the 2nd floor restaurant; and the euphoric atmosphere. By paradise, I mean the place where many Christians believe they reside after death, but prior to the 2nd coming and final judgment. The dream went as follows:

I was sitting at the kitchen table at my parent‘s house and looking in the direction of my mother, sister, and oldest brother. I assumed my father was seated next to me in his usual place at the head of the table, but I did not see nor hear him. We all decided to hop on a two-story trolley and go down town for dinner (there are no trolleys in this town in WR). Here again, I assumed my father was riding with us on the top level, but I did not actually see him.

We spotted a second-floor restaurant rumored to be good, so my brother and I told the others we would check out the wait. When we walked up the stairs and into the restaurant the view was breathtaking! Through very large windows you could see rolling fields that appeared to stretch forever, and the people all seemed to be having a wonderful time. With my brother standing next to me, I asked the maitre d‘ about the wait. He said, “The wait is 45 minutes, but well worth it.”

At this point, I looked over at the door entrance and saw my well-dressed father for the first time. He appeared to be anxiously awaiting someone‘s arrival, but this did not strike me as odd, as I assumed him to be still alive. We told the maitre d‘ we would stay and then went down stairs to retrieve my mother and sister. I had my mother by the arm and she seemed very unsteady, almost as though half asleep, heading up the stairs. She stumbled briefly and we continued on until we got near the top.

At this point, my father met us and wrapped his arms around both my mother and I. He was sobbing deeply and said, “I love you both so much.” I had never seen my father cry like this, so I pushed him away slightly and asked, “What‘s the matter, why are you crying?” It suddenly occurred to me that my father was no longer alive and that I must be having a dream. This realization startled me into waking up, and regretting I hadn‘t given my father a better reception.