What Dreams Have Come
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
After my father died, in September of 1998, I had several vivid dreams that felt very much like his real presence. These came after weeks of aching for my dad and praying to know he was all right. In one dream I saw him standing by the silo on the farm in his bib overalls. He looked at me with love and I was filled with peace and joy. In another dream I found myself sitting beside him at a family gathering. It was enormously comforting. Once he came to me looking radiant, as I remember him when he was in his late thirties, young and strong and full of life. Each time I woke I felt my prayers had been answered. Dad is doing well.
My daughter, Kati, also had a striking dream just after Dad's death in which her grandfather told her he felt badly about something he had done to my mother. He wanted her to know how sorry he was and how much he loved her. I suggested to Kati that it may have meant that her grandfather was in life review. I suggested she tell her grandmother about the dream.
When I e-mailed my sister, Ruth Smith, about the wonderful comfort I had received from my dreams of Dad, she wrote back, lamenting that she had experienced no sign of his presence. The very next day she wrote to tell me of a dream in which the phone rang during a family gathering at her house. "My husband Bruce answered it and I heard him sound very surprised. He handed the phone to you and you called for me. So I came downstairs, you handed me the phone and it was Dad calling me! He sounded so happy and was cracking jokes. He told me to keep making progress, or something to that effect, and something about my daughter Jessi winning something. And, then I kiddingly said to him, 'Hope you didn't call collect.' He laughed and laughed, and I laughed with him. Then I woke up, and I had the biggest smile on my face, and I was soooo happy!"
Gretchen Kane, a member of our congregation, tells of "a very strong, comforting dream" she had of her father a few months after his death. She said, "I had watched him shrivel up the ten days I was with him in his home before he died. In the dream he walked to me with open arms and hugged me hard. I could feel that he was strong, rested, and happy. It really made me feel better knowing he was whole again."
Sandra Kilbride-Becker, a faithful soul I came to know when I was pastor in Montello, Wisconsin, told me of an unforgettable dream she had after the death of her youngest son.
Sandra Kilbride-Becker
Mike was a fifteen-year-old kid who seemed very healthy and was into sports and all of the things that normal boys do. He had just gotten his first summer job when it was time for our yearly vacation, and he did not want to go with Mom and Dad. We let him stay home with his nineteen-year-old brother and his eighteen-year-old sister, with the provision that they each see their grandmother every day. She lived less than a mile away. We called every night to see if everything was okay.
One bright June morning, just after we arrived in the next town where we were scheduled to stay, we received a call from our older son saying Mike had fallen and they never got to the hospital. Needless to say, we drove home the 350 miles wondering all the way just what had happened. We wanted to get home as quickly as possible, and yet the closer we got the more we dreaded it. We just did not believe anything could have happened to our son. Nothing has ever hurt more. The pain was like a stone on my chest. When we got home there were a lot of people and the police had been through the house. It was one big nightmare, because no one knew what had happened to this child. That night, when I went to bed, I prayed that I could not handle this load on my own, and a feeling of peace came over me. God said that he would help us through this time. A few days later, we learned that Mike died of a birth defect that had not been detected during his life.
Not long after this, God answered my prayers again. Mike had been dead a short while and I was having trouble adjusting. Mike came to me in a dream one morning and said not to cry anymore. He said he was in heaven with God, everything was nice, and no one hurt anymore. He said he was lonesome and he asked God if he could come back and get his dog and his slingshot. A week later the dog died, and we never did find his slingshot.
My daughter, Kati, also had a striking dream just after Dad's death in which her grandfather told her he felt badly about something he had done to my mother. He wanted her to know how sorry he was and how much he loved her. I suggested to Kati that it may have meant that her grandfather was in life review. I suggested she tell her grandmother about the dream.
When I e-mailed my sister, Ruth Smith, about the wonderful comfort I had received from my dreams of Dad, she wrote back, lamenting that she had experienced no sign of his presence. The very next day she wrote to tell me of a dream in which the phone rang during a family gathering at her house. "My husband Bruce answered it and I heard him sound very surprised. He handed the phone to you and you called for me. So I came downstairs, you handed me the phone and it was Dad calling me! He sounded so happy and was cracking jokes. He told me to keep making progress, or something to that effect, and something about my daughter Jessi winning something. And, then I kiddingly said to him, 'Hope you didn't call collect.' He laughed and laughed, and I laughed with him. Then I woke up, and I had the biggest smile on my face, and I was soooo happy!"
Gretchen Kane, a member of our congregation, tells of "a very strong, comforting dream" she had of her father a few months after his death. She said, "I had watched him shrivel up the ten days I was with him in his home before he died. In the dream he walked to me with open arms and hugged me hard. I could feel that he was strong, rested, and happy. It really made me feel better knowing he was whole again."
Sandra Kilbride-Becker, a faithful soul I came to know when I was pastor in Montello, Wisconsin, told me of an unforgettable dream she had after the death of her youngest son.
Sandra Kilbride-Becker
Mike was a fifteen-year-old kid who seemed very healthy and was into sports and all of the things that normal boys do. He had just gotten his first summer job when it was time for our yearly vacation, and he did not want to go with Mom and Dad. We let him stay home with his nineteen-year-old brother and his eighteen-year-old sister, with the provision that they each see their grandmother every day. She lived less than a mile away. We called every night to see if everything was okay.
One bright June morning, just after we arrived in the next town where we were scheduled to stay, we received a call from our older son saying Mike had fallen and they never got to the hospital. Needless to say, we drove home the 350 miles wondering all the way just what had happened. We wanted to get home as quickly as possible, and yet the closer we got the more we dreaded it. We just did not believe anything could have happened to our son. Nothing has ever hurt more. The pain was like a stone on my chest. When we got home there were a lot of people and the police had been through the house. It was one big nightmare, because no one knew what had happened to this child. That night, when I went to bed, I prayed that I could not handle this load on my own, and a feeling of peace came over me. God said that he would help us through this time. A few days later, we learned that Mike died of a birth defect that had not been detected during his life.
Not long after this, God answered my prayers again. Mike had been dead a short while and I was having trouble adjusting. Mike came to me in a dream one morning and said not to cry anymore. He said he was in heaven with God, everything was nice, and no one hurt anymore. He said he was lonesome and he asked God if he could come back and get his dog and his slingshot. A week later the dog died, and we never did find his slingshot.
