I’ve written in depth about dreaming about our departed loved ones.
Early on, it was so hard to dream about my husband following his death, but once I did, they were oftentimes pretty amazing. One in particular really stands out, and I like to think about it often.
The night after one of my first blog posts on the topic, I had the most amazing dream about Bret, only I swear it was more of a visit than a dream. And by visit, I mean me visiting him:
I was taken to this dark area that seemed like some kind of basement. There were lanterns on the walls, lighting the way. I didn’t feel scared or uneasy in spite of the dreary surroundings. *
Someone told me to wait right there, and they’d be back soon. Whomever this individual was, I never knew. They were nameless and faceless.
After a few moments, two individuals (also faceless) assisted Bret through big locked doors. When he saw me, his face lit up. He looked well.
I was surprised to see what he was wearing. It was shorts and this silly tank top of his. He would usually wear this tank top on Halloween, as it featured the main character from one of his favorite thriller films. I hadn’t thought of that tank top in quite some time, and didn’t even know if I still had it.
Our visit was very brief as the beings that had accompanied him kept telling us that he had to go. They weren’t menacing in any way, just persistent.
I told him that I wished this visit were true and not just a dream. He looked a little confused and said, “It IS real. It’s not a dream. I can prove it.”
Curious, I asked him how.
“Because I’ll send something that you can take with you.”
The beings were starting to guide him back to the heavy doors, and he hadn’t given me anything to bring back.
“What are you going to give me?” I asked, getting frustrated that the visit was coming to an end.
“I don’t know yet, but you’ll know it when you see it!” He said before being taken back through the door.
Once I had awoken for the day, I recalled being very pleased with that particular dream. I was, though, a little sad that he hadn’t actually been able to send anything through with me, but since it was just a dream, how could he?
Some of my plans got changed at the last minute that day, so I decided I’d try to tackle a big mess I had in the corner of my room. Multiple things needed to be organized and put away.
About halfway down in this “pile,” I found something that made me stop in my tracks.
It was his tank top.
Again, I didn’t even know I still had it, as a bunch of things had been stolen from me not long before.
And of course, I wasn’t originally going to be doing any cleaning that day, as I’d had other plans. The cleaning was just something I had decided to do well after the dream.
He’d kept his word and sent something through. Of course, I know there’s a more logical answer, but logic wasn’t what I needed right then.
I needed magic, and that day, I got it.
Never discount visitation dreams. I truly believe that they are real.
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Bret, one Halloween, in the tanktop in question, with an unknown “friend.” (Actually, that was pretty much the way he looked in the dream. His pal there was not present–thankfully!)
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*Generated image via ChatGPT
About Layla Beth Munk
Layla Beth Munk is a blogger & author who was thrust into this widowhood journey abruptly and tragically on February 11, 2018. Her husband of 12 years had ended his pain once and for all. She soon made the decision that she would not let his final decision define the rest of her life or their daughter’s life, so with her sense of humor at the helm, she started writing about her newfound station in life. Grief waves still get to her, and probably always will, but with the help of her fellow widows as well as friends and family, she has been able to realize her dream of becoming a published author! Layla is so grateful to Hope For Widows Foundation for providing this level of support to her, and so many others! Layla has two amazing children, one who is grown and one who is almost grown. She lives in eastern Oregon and has a wellness & beauty background. Layla enjoys writing poetry, watching anime, and homeschooling her daughter.
Her blog can be found at laylabethmunk.medium.com and her debut novella, 24 Hours in Vegas, is available on Amazon.