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My dead grandfather was waiting for me

My dead grandfather was waiting for me at my place of work, sitting at a meeting table inches away from my desk. i saw him from outside the door and panicked, and told my boss that he couldn't be there and tried to show her his obituary to check if she was seeing him as well

I live in a suburban neighborhood and

I live in a suburban neighborhood and there is a bike trail through the back, there are woods and a river you can walk back too, but so much unexplored area back there. I was back there by the river and my boyfriend came back there, but to get to me he had to drop down an embankment to reach me. He wanted me to go somewhere with him, but I told him no, that I was busy, climbed the embankment and left him there. The next thing I know Im waking up in my room and I see my mom and I ask her "where is Izzy?" (my boyfriend). She told me he is dead. kinda see in my mind him surrounded by three guys with guns, in the woods where I last saw him. He ended up getting shot and left there, and an ambulance couldnt get to him in time. I instantly thought that if I had went with him or stayed that I couldve called the ambulance and saved him in time. but I wasnt and now he is gone. I could kinda picture him laying dead in a morgue somewhere but I wasnt allowed to go see him for some reason. I remember feeling lost and utterly alone and endless amounts of crying to where it hurt so bad (this dream felt extremely real). He is from miami and was for some reason living with me in MD. Next in my dreamt I checked the obituary, there was a full page for him and a picture of his family, but the picture was blown up so big and fuzzy and it made me sad that the quality was bad. Underneath it said his name , both date to date of death, and something his family wrote along the lines of "this will make our family stronger". His family wouldnt talk to me and I realized I would never see them again. I was surrounded with the feeling that I would never see him again or be with him again and it killed me and I wanted to die, I was screaming and crying to someone (Im not sure who it was, I couldnt see their face) saying "I was going to marry him! We were happy! We were going to be together forever! I love him!". The next thing I knew I was walking around Walmart with my boyfriend and no one could see him, I felt a little bit of happiness but was still sad, we walked by halloween costumes and I remember seeing a big pink rabbit costume. He said to me "are you happy?" and I told him "not really" and he said" well I dont know Ashleigh, this is the best I can do" and I was so overwhelmed with a feeling of being forever alone and missing him so bad and wanting him so bad. It was one of the realest feeling dreams I have ever had.

My little brother had died in my

My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

I dreamed that I was at a

I dreamed that I was at a funeral which was taking place at the church I attended growing up. For some reason, it felt like there was a connection to ovarian cancer, which did not surprise me as my mother had died of ovarian cancer 7 years ago. The odd thing about this dream is that sitting directly across from me in the dream was a man and two young girls. The man was a guy I dated in high school and went to my senior prom with. We didn't go to the same church growing up; we weren't even the same religion. I was raised Lutheran and he was Catholic. I have not seen or heard from or about this old boyfriend since maybe the late 1970's. The last I knew, he was going to college to be an accountant. (This is where everyone usually laughs, but wait....) This dream was so vivid. It stuck with me throughout my day, in fact several teachers at the school where I volunteer asked me if I was ok....I just seemed very preoccupied. I was so bothered by it, that when I got home, I did a google search using his name and profession (CPA), and it was the very first item that came up that has made this dream somewhat freakish. The item was an obituary....for a woman....the wife of my old boyfriend....she had died 2 weeks earlier....of ovarian cancer....and they had two young daughters. Mind you, we don't live in the same state, in fact our lives took us in different directions. I married someone who was in the military and spent 20+ years as a military wife. We moved 15 times in that 20 years. Other than having dated this guy in high school and having lived in the same town at one time, I had no contact with nor did I hear anything about him or his life since the late 70's.