After-Death Communication (ADC) Experiences
Personal Accounts - More Than a Dream: Sleep-State ADCs
Henry, a retired music arranger in Florida, had this elating ADC a
month after his father died of a lingering illness at age 89:
I refer to this experience as a dream. There was Dad in living color
standing by the front door. He looked between seventy and seventy-five,
and instead of being bald, he had white hair. He had on dark blue pants,
a light blue shirt, and a dark blue tie.
He was very enthusiastic, very happy, and said, “Come outside.” I
remember opening the door and going out, while squeezing his right arm.
It was like touching my arm or your arm, he was that real. I said, “Is
this really you, Dad?” He said, “Yes, this is really me.”
Then Dad stepped back and said, “Look, I can walk! I can see!” He had
a great sense of humor and did a little step with a spring in it. When
he was alive he could not walk without his walker, and he was totally
blind when he passed on.
When I woke up, I was overjoyed. This confirmed life after death for
me. There is no death – there is only life.
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Janet is a nurse in North Dakota. She became a bereaved mother when
her 4-year-old son, Toby, died of a brain hemorrhage:
This occurred approximately one year after my son died. I recall the
dream as if I had just had it last night. I was standing on a river bank
and looking over at Toby on the other side.
His side was a lush green with beautiful trees. The water was a
beautiful blue, and there were birds I could hear. It was a paradise,
like the Garden of Eden. Everything was so quiet and peaceful.
Toby was standing in grass and flowers up to his waist, close to the
edge of the river. He was a little boy, the same little guy that I lost.
He was wearing a striped T-shirt and blue jeans and was so very real and
happy.
I kept trying to get over to Toby, but I couldn’t. He looked up at me
and spoke with such a calmness. He said, “No, Mom, you can’t come over
here. I’m okay. I’m fine. But you can’t come over here.” He had to tell
me that several times because I wanted to cross the river to be with
him.
Toby was calming me like an adult would. I almost felt like a child
in comparison, as if an older, wiser person was talking to me. He was
telling me to settle down and realize that his life is good now. He gave
me the sense that he is at peace and that he’s where he belongs.
The dream seemed so real, as real as life itself. When I woke up, I
felt crushed that the dream was over. And yet I felt so comforted by it.