A dream i had.

Gustav said:

My name is Gustav and im from Sweden. I know this is where i should tell me more about myself but i decided to talk about the reason i googled "Christian forum" and signed up straight away.

I guess it all started the 14/2 2018 when my dad passed away. Me and my dad have always been very close. Always shared the same interests and ive never been much of a believer. But that was my dad. He believed firmly in god and jesus christ. He bought bibles as a christmas present for me, my girlfriend and my brother. A bible that i just started reading when i was at my worst. Feeling the sorrow, pain, anxiety and the feeling of loneliness after my dads early passing. (He was only 50 years old and im 23 soon to be 24.)

After his death i was destroyed. Crying, screaming, Getting angry and feeling just lost. Screaming at god. Angry at him for taking my dad away from me when i needed him. But this night was very different from any thing ive ever experianced. I slept over at my girlfriends house and in the morning i woke up to find her sad. She telling me about her dream. About my dad. She dreamt that she was there the day that he died. She heard him telling my brother that he loved him and that he loved me. But my brother was not at home when my father passed.

Right after that i fell asleep again. Not really feeling i was a sleep or dreaming but me and my girlfriend walked out of her apartment on the 5th floor. She goes out first and turns left to the elevator. I close the door behind me and see someone going up the stairs in front of me. Not thinking much about it at first i lock the door and turn to my girlfriend. Only taking a few steps until i stop and turn around. Seeing my dad standing there. "Dad?" i ask and he smiled at me. The warmest smile ive ever felt. "Yes. Its me" he replied on where wich my knees gave in and i couldnt stand. He sat down with me and i looked at him. Seeing him there. Right infront of me. Talking. Hearing his voice again. A thing that i missed and prayed for everyday since he died and it truly was his voice. I really cant remember what we exactly said to eachother. But the important thing is. That i got to see him again. We both stood up and instead of taking the elevator with my girlfriend we walked down the stairs.

As we reached the bottom we got into this long hallway. And all of my feelings of being sad, angry, anxiety and pain just gone. I felt happy. I was with my dad. This hallway was bright. As long as i could see. Doors on each sides. Only being there with my dad until i follow him through a door. And it was like an apartment. Just like his room when he was living. I cant remember everything. I wish i did. But i remember seeing some dishes wich i laughed and asked him about. I laughed back. With the same laugh i remember. Then we talked about my brother. Who's been very troubled his hole life. Telling my dad that i cant take care of my older brother. And he said that he understood. (Im the younger one) i was just there in with my dad. My dad sitting in a chair of some kind telling me that he is getting a new computer on wich i said. "Yeah. Im sorry.. i gave yours away to Pontus" (Pontus is my younger cousin.) He smiled at me. That warm smile. Letting me know it was the right thing to do. I always knew he would have wanted that. "Do you still snus?" i asked my dad. (Snus is a tobacco bag you put in your mouth. Popular in sweden. Both me and my dad snused) On wich he laughed and looked at me. "No.. i dont.. That gave me a headache" and he laughed more.

We didnt say much after that. Just looking at each other. Smiling. No words needing to be said. Then i was laying in my girlfriends bed. Looking up at the ceiling. Never remembering actually falling asleep or waking up.

I dont know what this means. Maybe its my own mind dreaming this since i miss my dad so much. Or maybe its God. Showing me my dad is alright. He is happy. Doing fine and not sick anymore. I dont want to be that guy. Claiming to seen heaven but its what got me to come here.

Best regards.
Gustav a loving son. Miss you lots dad.

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Gustav said:

My name is Gustav and im from Sweden. I know this is where i should tell me more about myself but i decided to talk about the reason i googled "Christian forum" and signed up straight away.

I guess it all started the 14/2 2018 when my dad passed away. Me and my dad have always been very close. Always shared the same interests and ive never been much of a believer. But that was my dad. He believed firmly in god and jesus christ. He bought bibles as a christmas present for me, my girlfriend and my brother. A bible that i just started reading when i was at my worst. Feeling the sorrow, pain, anxiety and the feeling of loneliness after my dads early passing. (He was only 50 years old and im 23 soon to be 24.)

After his death i was destroyed. Crying, screaming, Getting angry and feeling just lost. Screaming at god. Angry at him for taking my dad away from me when i needed him. But this night was very different from any thing ive ever experianced. I slept over at my girlfriends house and in the morning i woke up to find her sad. She telling me about her dream. About my dad. She dreamt that she was there the day that he died. She heard him telling my brother that he loved him and that he loved me. But my brother was not at home when my father passed.

Right after that i fell asleep again. Not really feeling i was a sleep or dreaming but me and my girlfriend walked out of her apartment on the 5th floor. She goes out first and turns left to the elevator. I close the door behind me and see someone going up the stairs in front of me. Not thinking much about it at first i lock the door and turn to my girlfriend. Only taking a few steps until i stop and turn around. Seeing my dad standing there. "Dad?" i ask and he smiled at me. The warmest smile ive ever felt. "Yes. Its me" he replied on where wich my knees gave in and i couldnt stand. He sat down with me and i looked at him. Seeing him there. Right infront of me. Talking. Hearing his voice again. A thing that i missed and prayed for everyday since he died and it truly was his voice. I really cant remember what we exactly said to eachother. But the important thing is. That i got to see him again. We both stood up and instead of taking the elevator with my girlfriend we walked down the stairs.

As we reached the bottom we got into this long hallway. And all of my feelings of being sad, angry, anxiety and pain just gone. I felt happy. I was with my dad. This hallway was bright. As long as i could see. Doors on each sides. Only being there with my dad until i follow him through a door. And it was like an apartment. Just like his room when he was living. I cant remember everything. I wish i did. But i remember seeing some dishes wich i laughed and asked him about. I laughed back. With the same laugh i remember. Then we talked about my brother. Who's been very troubled his hole life. Telling my dad that i cant take care of my older brother. And he said that he understood. (Im the younger one) i was just there in with my dad. My dad sitting in a chair of some kind telling me that he is getting a new computer on wich i said. "Yeah. Im sorry.. i gave yours away to Pontus" (Pontus is my younger cousin.) He smiled at me. That warm smile. Letting me know it was the right thing to do. I always knew he would have wanted that. "Do you still snus?" i asked my dad. (Snus is a tobacco bag you put in your mouth. Popular in sweden. Both me and my dad snused) On wich he laughed and looked at me. "No.. i dont.. That gave me a headache" and he laughed more.

We didnt say much after that. Just looking at each other. Smiling. No words needing to be said. Then i was laying in my girlfriends bed. Looking up at the ceiling. Never remembering actually falling asleep or waking up.

I dont know what this means. Maybe its my own mind dreaming this since i miss my dad so much. Or maybe its God. Showing me my dad is alright. He is happy. Doing fine and not sick anymore. I dont want to be that guy. Claiming to seen heaven but its what got me to come here.

Best regards.
Gustav a loving son. Miss you lots dad.

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Gustav said:

I would say it was vivid. Just the comfort i felt. It was peaceful. Happy. Dad in my dream. Just had that smile. That smile that assured me as a young boy that everything would be alright and that he would always protect me. That smile that always lit up the room. He was so peaceful. No signs of illness. Just like i remember him as i kid. Before all his problem with his heart, kidneys etc. Like he was completely healthy and happy.
Never expected that comfort to come. It felt like at the lack of a better word. A blessing actually. I hope i get to meet him again one day. I also have my dads cross on me. Me and my girlfriend bought it for him. Christmas present. I promised that day he passed to never take it off. No matter what happens. Now when its rough. I hold onto that cross and it feels like he is right there with me.

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