Talking to a friend on the phone yesterday, I asked if she’d heard from a mutual friend who had just got back from a trip up-country to visit her family.
‘I dreamt about her while she was away,’ she said. ‘It was just a glimpse, but she was really happy and smiling. I rang her to say welcome home and how did it go, and she said she’d had a wonderful time.’
Last week, I had a similarly short, vivid dream about one of my children, only he wasn’t happy and smiling, so I phoned the next day to touch base with him.
If you dream about close family or friends, it’s always good to follow up that dream with a phone call, visit or email. You don’t have to say why, but just that you’ve been thinking about them. Nine times out of ten, you’ll find your dream has exactly conveyed to you their emotional frame of mind.
Experienced dreamers know that there’s a telepathic connection on the unconscious level, but it doesn’t only work with dreams. Daydreams and random thoughts that pop into your head come from the same source in the self, and can carry the same information.
So if you have a vivid thought about somebody close to you during the daytime, follow it up with a quick call. Something will be happening that means this person wants to make a connection.
Telepathy works on the instinctual level; it isn’t logical, but emotional. It’s a natural ability in all of us which, especially in the developed world, is virtually unused.
The more you use it, the stronger it gets, in the same way that training your rational thinking processes increases your ability to reason.
You aren’t creating connections but simply becoming aware of them, because on the unconscious level we are all connected to our loved ones, swimming in the same streams of consciousness and emotions.
These connections are most obvious and easy to find between family members and close friends, but everything is connected, and being sensitive to the connections makes for a much more joined-up way of living.
Are you aware of telepathic connections between yourself and the people close to you? I’d love to hear your stories.
Jenny Alexander's blog: Writing in the House of Dreams 
This used to happen to me when I was younger.
Thank you for commenting, Connie. You raise a really good point. I think children are generally more sensitive to these telepathic connections because they’re more open and less competent at thinking rationally.
This happens to me a lot, Jenny, so it was lovely to read more about why. It particularly happens during the day with my grandma, who died a few years ago. It’s a nice feeling, almost as if she is paying me a visit.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention that these connections are not broken by death. A lot of people report this sense of being visited by someone dear who has died, often bringing messages as well as a strong sense of presence.
I have more than a few. One of the most blood-curdling occurred in the mid-1990s, when I worked for a major bank in Dallas. One of my coworkers was pregnant with her 3rd child. I went on vacation right before she went on maternity leave. I didn’t go anywhere; just stayed home and slept a lot. But, one night I dreamed that my pregnant colleague had miscarried and was on life support because she almost died, too. I could hear her husband (who I’d met once) screaming in distress. I awoke and, later that afternoon, called another coworker. She told me the pregnant lady was okay, but she’d fallen at home and started bleeding; her husband had to rush her to the hospital. Both she and the baby survived and she went on to have a healthy delivery.
Thank you for sharing this story, Alejandro. I’ve had a few experiences like this, and it’s very unsettling. I would have done exactly the same – followed it up with a call just to check everything was all right – and how wonderful that in this case it turned out so well.
Yes, but I don’t know why I would have such an awful dream. Here’s a more recent example: I dreamed that an Ebola case would turn up in Dallas and that the entire city suddenly went into lockdown. If you think a major metropolitan area of some 3+ million people can be quarantined, then you must also believe in the tooth fairy. It was a short dream; almost laughable. I did tell a few friends that, with our luck, Dallas would produce the first Ebola case in the U.S. Then, the case of Thomas Eric Duncan arose in late September – the first person to turn up in the U.S. with Ebola. Fortunately, there’s been no hysteria and no attempted city-wide lockdown.
I just wish I could dream of something better; like finding a box of gold bullion on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Hey, we can dream, can’t we?!
I used to have a lot more dark dreams years ago, but I found creative dreaming helped me direct the subject matter more – have you read Patricia Garfield’s classic book, ‘Creative Dreaming’? The Senoi approach really works for me.
When my mother died, I was very depressed. A few days after her death, I had a vivid dream – in fact, so vivid that I only call it a dream because I don’t believe in ghosts. I dreamt that I was awake, reading, in bed – and my mother walked in through my bedroom door. I was very surprised – I realised she was dead – but not afraid.
I sat up and said, “Mom!” She looked much younger and wore a smart raincoat I remember her wearing a lot. She had gone straight to the mirror and seemed to be admiring herself in it, very cheerfully. When I spoke, she turned and gave me the most lovely, beaming smile… After that it all faded away, and I don’t remember anything else. But I was left with the impression that, wherever my mother was, she was happy about it. I can’t say that I cheered up, exactly, but the depression lifted.
When my father died, about a year later, after a much longer illness, I didn’t have any such dream. I wish I had done.
I was just scheduling a post on life-changing dreams when this comment came through, Sue – thank you! I had a similar dream/visit a couple of years after my sister died, and although I’d dreamt about her very frequently up until then, after her visit, the dreams stopped.
I’m struck when you say ‘I only call it a dream because I don’t believe in ghosts,’ because for me this visit was so unique and different in quality from all my other dreams, that since then I would have to say I do believe in them. Insofar as anything is ‘real,’ of course.
My mother and I used to be telepathic. She was always aware of when I was ill or unhappy and would phone me. Now, I think my son and I have the same experiences from time to time. The strangest manifestation though was when he was very young, about seven or eight. I had been daydreaming – it was a chilly winter’s day and I was thinking about a particularly happy day the previous summer when we had gone to a nearby waterfall and stream for a picnic. He was playing with his toys nearby and he suddenly said ‘yes – and we made paper boats and sailed them down the burn, and we had Bakewell tart to eat!’ All true, and all exactly what I had been thinking a moment before, just as though he had heard my thoughts. I had to ask my husband, who was in the room, whether I had said anything aloud, but I hadn’t! Much more disturbingly, the morning of 9/11 I woke up from a terrible nightmare about running away from falling masonry and dust and trying to take shelter with a great number of other people from some terrible catastrophe. It was one of those nightmares that stays with you even after you’ve woken up. It was so horrible that I told my husband about it. Later that day, a friend called to tell us to turn on the television because of what was happening …
How wonderful to have a moment like that with your young son – such a magical connection. I’ve had a number of similar experiences with my children, but never one of those dreams that seem to connect with wider events like 9/11. I bet you’re glad you shared the dream with your husband, because it must feel very unsettling indeed to have had a glimpse of something so terrible that actually comes to pass. Thank you for sharing – I love these stories 🙂