When I’m speaking to people who have lost loved ones, I understand the longing they feel to see the one they lost again. I long to see Mikey all the time; to behold him with my eyes and ears and touch his face, his hair, his hands. But when I think of him, I can see him sitting right beside me. Right after he died, I remember feeling worried that I would forget things about him over time. Never happen. When you lose someone you share unconditional love with, especially your child, you forget nothing. You can call them up in your mind anytime you want. No, you can’t hear them with your ears, but you hear them in your mind. You see them in your mind’s eye, and you can experience their energy from your memory of them.
But I noticed after he died, many times I would wake up in the morning and feel as if I really had just seen him. I didn’t feel quite as sad; I didn’t feel as if it had been an eternity since I’d seen him, as it had when I laid my head down to sleep the night before. I felt as if I had just spent time with Mikey while I was sleeping.
Do we astral travel when we sleep at night? Can we connect with loved ones in another realm when our conscious minds go to sleep? I believe we can and do. It sounds very hocus-pocus, but I am convinced our subconscious mind can travel wherever it wants to, as long as our conscious mind is not awake and telling us it’s impossible. Remote viewers can see things that are happening a thousand miles away from them, and they’re awake while they’re observing. So why can’t the rest of us experience the love from another spiritual being who is separated from us through death, when our logical conscious brain is at rest?
I’ve had several dreams about Mikey that felt like “visits” rather than dreams, and I believe they were visits from him that I was allowed to remember. But I also believe I travel to visit Mikey myself quite often when I’m “asleep”, but I’m not allowed to remember those visits. I don’t remember them, but I feel them when I wake up. I feel as if I have just spent time with Mikey. He doesn’t feel as if he’s another night farther away from me; separated even more, as more time passes after his death.. It feels as if I just left his place and woke up in mine.
Am I just having regular dreams about him which I don’t remember? That’s probably the case sometimes. But at other times, I know it’s not a dream. I know I was just talking to him when suddenly I was jerked back into my body, awakened with a start. I remember what we were talking about when I first wake up, and it never seems strange to be talking with him, even though in my “dream” I know he is physically dead. My subconscious accepts the fact that I can spend time with a person who is only alive in spirit, while my conscious mind won’t allow me that luxury.
So when people who have lost children tell me they still have a hard time going to sleep at night years later, I always tell them that’s my favorite time to commune with Mikey. I fall asleep easier now than I ever did before Mikey’s death. I look forward to seeing him at night, whether it’s just a dream or an actual visit from astral traveling with him. I don’t know and I don’t care. I know I wake up happy after feeling like I’ve seen my son, and that’s what keeps me going. Sweet dreams!