Get in bitches, we’re doing another paranormal story! As you may remember, I love all of that kind of stuff: ghosts, premonitions, spirits, intuition, aliens, synchronicities, etc. It’s been a hot minute since we’ve talked about this particular topic, but today’s edition of Rosie’s Paranormal Posts involves dreams! More specifically, we have Matt Damon’s dream from the afterlife. Matt’s father, Kent, died a little over five years ago, in December 2017. Earlier this week, Matt was on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and shared a story about a “crazy dream” he had after his dad passed away. The dream was so powerful that it helped him connect with one of the “very first things” he felt when he entered this world.
“After my father passed away in 2017, within that year, I had this crazy dream,” said Damon after being asked about his earliest memory. “He came to me in a dream, and he embraced me. And the feeling that I got was the feeling that I had — which I think is like my first memory — which was the feeling of what it felt like to be held by him.”
Damon said the feeling gave him a sense of “overwhelming protection and love.”
“All I knew was that he was there and that I was feeling that embrace,” continued Matt. “And it reminded me that I must have felt that as one of the very first things that I was aware of as my consciousness came online.”
On the first anniversary of his father’s death, Damon hosted Saturday Night Live and opened up about how it was a special show for him and Kent.
“Week after week, I tried to stay up, and it wasn’t until I was 8 years old that I made it all the way to the end,” recalled Damon. “I probably didn’t get all the jokes, but I laughed at everything that my dad laughed at. And although it was way past our bedtime, my dad knew there was nothing more important in the world than to laugh with the people that you love.”
Wow, that’s a pretty powerful experience. It’s so hard after a loved one dies, so to have a dream like that, whether it was really from his father or not, must have been a tremendous comfort. I also have a personal story about a dream from the afterlife. Actually, this story happened to my mom and grandma. About a year or so after my grandfather died, my mom had a dream that he was back at my grandparents’ house, walking around and talking to her. She knew while dreaming that he’d passed away IRL, so she asked him what he was doing there. He replied, “I’m just here for a visit to check on things.” When my mom spoke to my grandma the next day, the very first thing Grandma said to her was, “Your father was here ‘for a visit’ last night. I heard him walking around. He kept me awake.” She said this before my mom even had a chance to tell her about the dream. So yeah, I believe that Matt’s experience was real. It’s nice that he got to have that bit of comfort and closure.
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Here are my 2 stories of dreams after death.
First- My best friend was murdered. It was a mess. I dreamt of him 3 times. I remember the third dream vividly. I was standing somewhere. Jim came towards me floating my way. He was shrouded. He would not look at me. I yelled, “Jim, Jim, Jim”, he turned around and waved goodby to me. Then he floated off into his destination.
Second dream- My father had died. My Mother still lived in our big house (7 kids). I dreamt that I went into the front bedroom. There was water leaking down from the ceiling. I knew to go upstairs to the 3rd floor bedroom to check on the water. I went upstairs and thought, “Poor Mom. This is a mess for her.” My father appeared in the middle of the room. He held out his arms to me and I went to him for his embrace. I knew he would take care of my Mother even in death. The dream ended with his hug.
I absolutely believe stuff like this happens and that there is something real to it.
For me it was a dream involving my late grandmother, who’d died a few years before. I was staying at my older sister’s house one time, and one night while I was sleeping I had a dream, but one that absolutely did not feel like a dream, it felt truer than that. There was a bright form who was in the room with me, kind of a female person, but more light than mass, but still a tangible presence. I felt absolute peace and love and calm, and on some level knew it was my mother’s mother. Can’t say how, but I just knew.
As she came towards me and looked down at where I was laying and smiled, her smile lit up her whole face. And that light expanded to the whole room, to me … like I could feel warmth and light come through me, and then outward. I could “see” the whole house and outside the house and everything… building, furniture, trees, grass, sky, telephone poles, and it was all, everywhere I looked, lit up from within with a similar brilliant multi color constantly changing light. Very hard to describe but it gave me a sense of “this is the essence of everything- made of the same glorious stuff, filled with energy, light, love …” like a behind the curtains peek she gave me. And then I heard singing… can’t describe the voice, but it was a “ditty” the kind of song my grandmother would sing (she was always breaking into song, singing random chirpy ditties from back in the day) “Forget your troubles, come on get happy!, chase all your blues away…”
At that time of my life I was in the midst of a lot of upheaval and uncertainty and had been just plodding along, trying to hold on to some sense of normal so things didn’t get worse, and like I couldn’t let up. And it was a needed reminder that I should breathe a bit, not be consumed by duty and worry, that I shouldn’t forget joy and delight and the wonders of existence. And also that the time to be kind and loving and appreciative was now, that i shouldn’t fritter it away on negativity or hurt or unnecessary worries. Like, yeah, do the practical stuff you need to do, but then “lighten up, Francis”
I woke* up feeling at peace and deeply loved, and touched that she had come round to show me that. And it really changed my perspective and how I try to be in the world.
* the waking up was not a normal waking up, it was more like I had been awake the whole time, just peeking behind the curtain to see things as they “really” are, and then having the curtain slowly falling closed so everything around me shifted back to normal as she, her presence, kissed the top of my head and left, leaving me lying awake in bed.
These “dreams” are definitely different than regular ones. I have experienced this several times with some of my dear departed friends and family. Not every time but several times.
Once, I was directly told that she was fine, she wished that everyone would stop being so upset, and that by the way, visiting like this “isn’t easy” but that I could hear her voice any time I wanted to, just by remembering.
At this point it’s happened so much and it feels so different that I don’t question it. I just appreciate it.
I can’t tell you how much this means to me, North of Boston, I feel changed by your experience too. And you wrote it so beautifully, thank you beyond measure.
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Absolutely this is real.
My dead visit me frequently, especially my Nanny.
It’s such a comfort.
When I was pregnant with my first, we got some news that something was wrong with the baby’s kidneys. I was beyond upset and crying, in despair. One particular day, I was alone and crying at the kitchen table, I felt something, looked up and my sister-in-law who had died in a car accident 10 years before was standing there. She said to me, “don’t worry, the baby is going to be ok” and she disappeared. My husband walked in and I told him what his sister said. He hugged me and said “she’s watching us”. The baby was fine and I have never forgotten how beautiful she looked and how she took time to comfort me.
About six months after my friend died, I had a dream we were having coffee together. I told her how sad I was she had died, and she laughed and said, “Don’t be sad! I’m having the time of my life!” I felt her joy radiating off her, and it really comforted me. The feeling stayed after I woke up, and I found my grief a lot easier to bear after that.
When I was at university I had a boyfriend. He has several siblings. One night I dreamt one of them died. I had never met him, but I could actually describe him from my dream. It was sureal. I felt like I was floating in the air watching everything happening beneath me, an accident, lots of blood. I woke up screaming. Three months later, his brother I dreamt of died in an accident.
After that, I try not to remember my dreams. It’s better for my mental sanity. I mean dreaming of the death of someone you’ve never met and then that death happening… No… Don’t want to know.
Today marks 20 years since my friend Ali passed away of skin cancer (she was 27). I dreamt that we were at the bar we used to go to and we were just chilling and watching some guys (they were racing frogs (I dunno dreams are weird) and after a while she turned to me and said “I’m sorry it’s time for you to go you don’t belong here.” and then we hugged and cried (it all felt so real like I could feel and smell her) and then I woke up I guess. It felt so real I can still remember exactly what the Ali in my dream said and that was 20 years ago. I can’t believe she’s been gone so long.
I love hearing all these stories. The same thing happened to me after my mom passed away. She died four years ago. It was just a few days later. I was falling asleep and I felt a warmth and deep love envelope me, emotional but also physical. Tactile. It had her district vibe, like a signature. It was so comforting. Happened a few more times and then I understood her path was to move forward and she hasn’t been back. But I treasure that and truly believe it was her soul returning.
I had such a dream when my father died very suddenly, very unexpected, massive coronary . I was beyond upset not just at the death, but that he fell outside in the snow as he died and lay there for a while. A couple of days later I had the most vivid dream that I believed I was actually awake. I was in the kitchen and my father came through the door looking fit and well, well dressed, and smiling. He came up to me and he said I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, love, but I’ve been able to come back to tell you I’m OK, everything is good, and we can have one last dance. He took me in his arms and waltzed me around the kitchen for a few minutes. He said I’ve got to go, love, your heart will mend. And he walked through the door and was gone. I’m crying as I write this because it’s still so real to me over 30 years later. I can still remember him dancing with me, and I remember the pattern on his shirt. Maybe it was real, maybe it was my subconscious trying to help me through the worst. Whatever it was, I felt my dad was OK and was watching me.
I very occasionally have mildly prophetic (for my life; not for outside events) dreams but I did have one of these “hug” dreams too. I count random visits from my deceased grandparents as “visits,” but the hug dream was different. You know how everyone you hug feels different? My grandpa had been gone years by this point and when he hugged me in the dream, I thought, how could I have forgotten how this felt? I woke up crying, pleased to have gotten a real visit from my grandpa.
Yes, I have these dreams too. My mom died almost three years ago and I see her frequently in my dreams. Most of the time she gives me big hugs, which are a huge comfort. I also dreamed once of a high school friend who had passed away a few years before. She ran up to me and was asking me how I was doing. Finally, I told her that I hadn’t asked how she was doing because she was dead – did she know that? She laughed at me and said she was perfectly aware but was still interested in how I was doing. She then said “Byeeee!!” and danced off. I woke up feeling like I had really seen her.
My very best friend moved to Maine in her 60s to run a goat farm. Her left breast looked strange and she attributed that to being pressed by the herd. It turned out to be Triple Negative breast cancer. She died in less than a year after texting me “I can’t do this any more.” Out of the blue, three years later, she appeared to me in a dream and showed me her breast, which looked like a young woman’s nipple. There was a ring of burnt-looking tissue at its base. She said “look, they got it all.” I was so thrilled in the dream and asked whether she would return to her farm up north. She said no, she was going some place more beautiful and disappeared. The only other time this happened to me was when my dog passed. He came to me in a dream in a church before I was awakened from that dream by my ex, who was calling me from 50 miles away to let me know. My daughter was murdered in 2016 and so far it’s crickets but dreams like this provide great comfort and belief in the afterlife.
I just lost my dad 2 months ago.and I was back in Michigan for his passing. I a terrible dream that my dog went missing & my dad kept saying “I’m so sorry, I tried to keep an eye on him”. When I got back home I find out the people who had been watching him left the gate open that day and he had gotten out but quickly recovered. There’s no way they would confessed but I told them about the dream.
Muggs, I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my beautiful and beloved father 3 months ago. I miss him dearly. He has come to me in my dreams thrice, on Valentine’s Day night, on my birthday night, and recently. He has also come to me in other ways, which I won’t go into now. I am a scientist and have been skeptical of the paranormal until recently… The only way I can explain some of these happenings is as ‘visits’ and that my Dad‘s spirit is around …at least for now. I resonate with your loss… sending you hugs.
Sorry for your loss.
FYI “Woo” fits the latest science.
Woo does not fit with 1905 Einsteinian physics. But new physics does explain why physicists spent post-1905 failing to solve why micro & macro Einstein model physics were irreconcilable.
Good science to look at:
1. The Nobel Prize in Physics 2022 Alain Aspect, John Clauser and Anton Zeilinger
“for experiments with entangled photons, establishing the violation of Bell inequalities and pioneering quantum information science”
2. Peer-reviewed articles from prestigious journals showing how our world is a Hologram
3. Books for the public: “The Holographic Universe” (Michael Talbot) and “The Field” (Lynne McTaggart)
I was out of the country when my grandmother unexpectedly got very sick and ultimately passed away. I had what I can only describe as a vision one night, I saw this massive statue in the distance of the outline of an angel. It was shocking, I turned to my friend to point it out to her and when I looked back it was gone. I had this urge to call home ( it was in the early 2000s and I didn’t bring a cellphone on the trip). I called home, all was well- I headed out into the mountains. About a week and a half later I had a dream and in it my grand mother looked so frail, with dark circles under here eyes and sunken cheeks. She’d never looked like that in my whole life. I had someone drive me in to town and I called my mom- the way I described my grandmother to her was exactly as she looked…she had gone into kidney failure while I was away and was in and out of consciousness and was dying. She had actually not been conscious for a full day when I called. I asked to put the phone to her ear so I could talk to her, my mom said her eyes fluttered and she said my name. The next day I was out with my school group and I felt this wave, just like something left. I knew it in my gut. When I called home I told my mom I knew she’d passed and she had, right when I felt it. Turns out after I talked to my mom about what I had seen on that night before we headed out and she confirmed that everything was fine- she had gotten a call from my grandmother’s doctors about her taking a turn.
Rosie! we definitely need more of these articles. I don’t doubt for a moment that dreams were/are vehicles for our loved ones (and guides) to connect, pass information, and to reassure us that all is well.