Do we get directions from our dreams that give us insight into the spiritual world that is unseen? I called it HAUNTED DREAMS.
My dead family members reached out to me in my dreams to ask me or tell me something that will happen later. Here are my stories of some of those dreams.
Researches related to Inca ancient times it is believed that dreams of died people are an important sign that must not be ignored. The Torah, New Testament, and the Quran mentioned so many stories about prophetic dreams. The dead ones come to our dreams with a message, advice or warning.
Psychologists believe that dreams about relatives or friends who have just passed away are because of depression or a feeling of guilt towards them.
It is also commonly assumed that the dream of a dead person is a sign of unexpected news. I had the similar experience.
My first prophetic dream started back when I was 5 years old. I am not going throw many of those details that might take pages to write about but I will focus on the most important dreams that haunted me the rest of my life, and make me always think that we are not alone, no matter where we are or in which body states we are. Before I go in detail I had a vision when I was 9 years old. It was not a dream.
My mother supposes to take me with her to visit my father in the political prisoner north of Iraq so she must take a train. My vision was so clear that to this day I remembered so clearly. I saw a train derailed and went out of course and people screaming. I told my mother I don’t want to go with fear. She asked me why. I said the train was going to derailed and we should not go.
I was lucky that my mother was superstitious and listened to me and she believes that children have a gift of intuition, so she didn’t go.
She didn’t lose any money as she usually buys the tickets on the spot. In the same day, the evening news mentioned that the train we supposed to
ride, going from Baghdad to Mousel was derailed and many people were injured without any fatality.
1- I have 4 brothers and 6 sisters.
My brother nickname Mohan was 28 years old studying oil engineering and looking forward to getting married to his girlfriend. He used to live with my family and parents in Baghdad city back in 1988. Iraq and Iran war was at the peak. Most graduate students were drafted into the army and those who can pay the service pay allowed doing so. I sent him the money so he will not serve in the army. Then he bought a taxi with the extra money I used to send to my family.
One evening he left our house in Baghdad to take someone to a nearby town because he wants the extra money from the taxi business as all the government jobs were Holt at that time. But he never returned back home. In few days the police came to our house and asked the family to send someone to identify a body in the morgue at Salheya hospital in Baghdad.
My brother Munir went and identify the body and that was of brother Mohan.
My brother Mohan was shot and killed by thieves of Baghdad with multiple shots in his chest. The passenger was one of those thieves who lured my brother to that isolated town; they killed him and stole the tires, battery and some other spare parts of the car as Iraq was under the USA sanctions at that time.
Later after few months of his death, I started to dream of him telling me that he wants me to check his car seat he put his wallet in the set cushion under his seat driver side way deep and that he wanted me to give the money to my mother as he used to help her allot like me. And then he asked me to pass the letter to his fiancé.
I didn’t put too much attention on that dream. The dream started to reoccur again and again with more ordering tone.I called my other brothers and asked to check the seats, I didn’t tell them about the dream so they don’t think that I lose my marbles.
The car body was taken to police but they never check deep in the seats. They did some fingerprints hair fibers and ballistics and let my family take the rest of the car which they did as they fund that only the battery, tires and the radio were missing.
When my bother checks the seats he found a wallet with about 1200 USA dollars in it, a diamond ring and a letter to his fiance telling her how much he loved her and lucky to have her in his life and planning to marry her in the new year.
My mother asked to donate the money to the poor and to the graveyard caretaker and other orphans. They also passed the letter and the ring to his fiance. I was shocked about such details how the spirits know and how they communicate to us in our dreams but more shocking to me was that they also know the outcome as I saw my brother Mohan again in a dream and he was so happy and thankful that I did that.
2- My mother name is Mariam Fatima; she was born in Macedonia and later moved to turkey. Married to my father Ramzi and moved with him to Lebanon later settled in Baghdad as my father was working for the royal family in Baghdad. She passed away in Baghdad back in 1998, She had 11 children.
I was working in the Kingdom of Brunei – South East Asia. As an ultrasound supervisor for the royal family hospital called Jerudong park medical center. I didn’t pay a visit to my mother funeral or the burial because of the war in Iraq and the problem with traveling to Iraq at that time.
I had multiple recurrent dreams in which she was talking to me like normally she used to. She asked me that our house in Baghdad will be on fire and crumble and asked me to warn my sisters. And she told me that my father will follow her when the house will crumble. I woke up from the dream, breaking a sweat, and I thought it must be just a stress dream or a mild nightmare.
But the dream kept coming about three times, same dream, and same message. I told my sisters about those dreams; they told me that it might be because I am missing here so much.
Then I saw my mother again in multiple recurrent dreams back in 2001.
I was working in Saskatoon at the royal university hospital. She told me that my older Brother Sam will follow her on Wednesday then she holds his hand and took him upstairs. I kept seen this dream 3 times until one day My brother’s Sam’s wife called me and told me that Sam, had a major heart attack and he was in the valley general hospital in Las Vegas where they lived. I took a flight to Vegas on Saturday and went to the hospital in Vegas. My brother Sam was in a coma after his 4 operations, he was in ICU 4, his car was parked in lot number 4.he and his wife with 2 kids makes 4 of them. Passed away on Wednesday the 4th day of the week as my mother told me in the dream. His body was taken to the morgue in freezer number 4 and then he was buried in the 4th lot of the grave in Vegas close to the Airport.
In the year 2003, 6 years after the dream of my mother telling me about the destruction of our house in Baghdad, our house in Baghdad city was destroyed and burned to the ground by USA bombs, by mistake.
The USA was trying to attack the central train station in 2003 near our house and the bombs fell on the houses near our house killing all the people in few houses and injured allot, some of the fragments fell and hit the front of our house started the fire that woke up my father, sisters, and brothers on time to run away from the back door of the house to the garden and then to the street, before the fire took over and all the wall collapsed to the ground.
My sister Amal’s leg was hit by bombs fragments and later she was taken care of by the medics.
My father was also hit by the bomb fragments in his legs. My father leg got infected and he developed a blood clot in his leg that later killed him with a pulmonary embolism he died the same year 2003 just a few months after the attack, Just as my mother told me.
In that time I was working in northern Alberta, high-level general hospital.
I started dreaming of my father telling me that he was very happy with me and he was in a good place now and that may help to my sisters and brothers was greatly appreciated by him. Then he told me to help the family to rebuild the house, which I did working hard to pay for it as the USA refused to pay any damages along with the Iraqi government who refused to pay, we were collateral damages and nobody cares.
3- Dead Pets spirits also can visit us and affect our dreams. My cat Samira passed away in 1998. She was my cat for 5 years I loved her so much and took care of her like my child.
When she died at age 5 she died on my birthday March 12 in my arms. I prayed for her and buried her in Brunei t the large garden at the house I used to rent and put flower garden around her and made it so beautiful corner garden.
I used to look at her grave from my window and pray for her with tears fell from my eyes. At that night I saw her in my dream she was licking my tears and burring and staying with me in bed as she usually does every night
I opened my eyes to see that the bed sheet started to move as she used to do move around and I can see the imprint of the cat feet on the sheet,
I wasn’t scared at all and just stay still and pray and go to sleep that happened about 4 times in that month and never saw her again. It’s like she was saying goodbye and don’t worry.
It is important not to ignore this or dismiss it as an impossibility because the dream isn’t your waking life, and there is probably something you can learn from the experience, whether it be about learning to let go of someone or something, or if it is to remind you of the way you felt in the past or to show you how you are feeling now about some aspect of your life.
This leaves me with a problem since nobody can tell me how I feel; only I know that. So only you have the power to see this for what it truly is.
As far as I know, seeing someone who has passed in a dream likely has nothing to do with your own mortality or theirs. It could be a gift from God and nature to how we are evolved and that there is a great deal of knowledge that is unexplained to us. I always think that maybe the departed family member needs help in the afterlife and is trying to contact its descendant on the Earth of existence. To pray for them give to charity in their names and do good deeds, or do some ritual of faith, or warn us of the reality of death and to be prepared.