What are seeing a dead father dreams about?

In my dream, my dad and I were caught by this sadistic mob boss. The mob boss cut my right hand off but I managed to escape. My dad on the other hand was not so lucky. The mob boss butchered my dad. When I ran, I ran to a playgroud with little kids also there. When the henchmen car showed up around the playground looking for me, the kids ratted me out. I couldn't handle what was coming next so I forced myself to wake up.

The fact that my dad died in such a way in my dream is still bothering me somewhat as of writing this.

I had a dream where I was told I am saturn, along with some pretty creepy imagery. Also someone told me to check out a certain person, woke up and searched for him on facebook, he was there sure enough, and I realized he was probably a friend of my dead father, and had grown up with him.. I cant remember what the message about him was though.. Any ideas what that saturn thing is about? Also, should I contact my fathers friend? 😂

I just had a dream that as a young boy I recieved my little cat.

We went through adventures and hardships together as I grew. I scrimpted and saved what little money I had to buy him food, I cried when he accidentally got out and I stayed awake all night until he came back.

One day my acquaintance brought his dog to my home, the dog was not friendly and bit me and harrassed me and my little cat defended me, getting bitten so I wouldn't have to.

As I grew more, we became inseparable. When my mother and father died he was there for me and kept me company in my bed on those lonely nights. When I turned 18 I was drafted for the war.

In my dream I was walking down a hallway that showed the passage of time. I saw pain and suffering, death and betrayal, I heard bombs and gunfire, I saw children orphaned and parents lose their children and heard the hateful screams of my general telling me to shoot more and to be a man.

When I looked down to my side my little cat was right there with me.

I kept walking and eventually the wars ended. Now I was in my late 20's dragging myself down the hallway, I saw offices and linoleum floors, cubicles and bleary eyed, tired men in suits. I saw my hateful general, now my boss, screaming and spitting telling me to take more clients, take more calls, and work later.

When I looked down to my side my little cat was right there with me.

Now I was in my 40's sitting in my new office. My boss had called me and asked if I had met with the clients yet. I looked at the clock and saw that I was 20 min late, I bolted from my office and before I got to The door my boss stopped me. I was disheveled, my hair was a mess, my shirt was unbuttoned, my eyes were red and my cheeks were stained with tears. He asked me what was wrong with me. I sniffed, wiped my eyes, and clumsily buttoned my shirt with the wrong buttons as I slowly began to cry.

"I'm sorry sir, my little cat just died and I need a moment to collect myself."

"Ha! Are you crying over a stupid cat? You always were useless, in the war and now at this."

He slapped me with those last words. I balled my fists as I stared into his eyes and screamed:

"You bastard. That cat was my life, he was my mother and father, he was my comfort during the war, he was my only source of love while working at this company. He was my best friend and brother, and I think I'd rather join him than work for you one more day. Why don't you just kill me now."

I was now outside in the freezing snow, tall apartment buildings lined the streets and I could see a full moon above me. In front of me, my boss held his old war pistol. He said:

"I knew you were always useless"

as he pulled the trigger. I felt the bullet rip through my chest and I fell. I heard his crunching footsteps fade away in the snow as I lay on my back watching the moon, the blood pouring from my chest.

Everything slowly grew colder, darker, and the last thing I felt was the soft fur of my little cat rubbing against my face and his little meow, before everything faded away.

I've never had a more emotional dream. I woke up crying. I'm still crying. I have a cat that lives with my ex because my mom doesn't like cats. It was the same cat. I got him as a kitten. I miss him.

I just woke up from a dream crying, like ugly crying. I was dead, died during the dream by a stabbing? I think. It seems like I was trying to protect my son from these awful people. Anyways, I died and my spirit was still here and everyone knew I was dead but in this dream I was able to visit before going wherever I was to go. I visited with family, my husband and kids and let me tell you i don’t think I’ve never felt that intense amount of sadness and heartbreak. I immediately start crying at the thought of it. It just feels so real.

My brother in law tragically and unexpectedly passed away last month at 33. Is this maybe what this is stemming from? I’ve only ever experienced waking up crying while crying in a dream when I dreamt my dad passed away.

Thanks for reading.

When I moved into a new house, after my dad passed away, I felt sad being in the new house, just me and my mom living there... A few hours later, I decide to go to sleep, after all the boxes are finally emptied, and go to sleep... Later that night, I have this strange dream, these two people stood by my bed, and basically helped me experience Astral projection for the first time.

I was walking around the house slowly, and even passed by my mom's room, she was sleeping... I eventually became scared and walked back to my room, and somehow reentered my body, the people by my bed were visibly angry, and proceeded to force me back out, since time for a sinister purpose.

I eventually got them to leave, and woke up in my dark room, crying over being helpless that night, since then, nothing like that has happened...

So my question is... did I really Astral project?, when I woke up, it didn't feel like I woke up, if that makes sense. 🤔