Sometimes I have dreams about various homes that I don't recognise.I'll try and explain.

I was living in a place in West London in my dream. It was like a big apartment that you see in the magazines. A dream home.One day I pushed what I thought was a cupboard open but it opened into someone else's home .Like it was inter connected.

There was a guy there with his children. He asked me 'How was your day at the zoo? ' He had been with his children.And then that was it.I didn't recognise the people or the place but it seemed familiar.

 

Once I dreamt I was in a place where I saw an old fashioned room. Plain walls .It had a wardrobe and a chair. On the chair there was some male clothing.There was noone around.It felt so vivid.Then I found a secret door.In that room there was a wardrobe  with a case on top of it.Nothing else happened in it but it just felt like it was a home that had just been moved into.It hadn't been that long since my dad had passed so I think it was to show me he had moved on to his new home. But Ididn't see him there at that time.

 

I had another dream about my dad that again felt so vivid.I was with my mum in Ireland.All of a sudden my dad came through the door but he was so much younger.

Like he looked in his late twenties.Both my mum and me were the age as we are now.I shouted to my mum 'Dad's back, He's home' I reached out and cuddled him.

I can't explain it but it really felt like I was physically cuddling him. It felt so real. When I woke up. I really thought it had happened.

I just wanted to share this with you.