What an awesome topic! :thumbsup:
I've had a few dreams before that could be me on The Other Side. The first one was seeing people of all ages at some creek. I understood that they had recently passed from debilitating diseases, and that the waters were healing them. They were all very chipper and in good spirits. Also, there was a Victorian house nearby.
(Of course, I now think it's possible that they could have been people with diseases on earth right now, and that they were astral traveling to those waters to aid in their healing).
The other dream was me walking along the Grand Canal in Venice. It wasn't OUR Venice, but Venice on The Other Side. My grandmother was walking ahead of me as I was walking beside some man who wouldn't stop chatting away.

The entire time I was only paying attention to my grandmother walking ahead of me. I remember thinking how beautiful her hair was, how she was so slender, and how much I LOVED her dress. :tongue: I wanted a dress like hers so badly b/c it was so Victorian-ish.
(Note: a few days later I saw the exact same dress in a store and bought it
. Must have been a gift from her). In this dream I finally told the guy that was walking with me that I had to leave to get back "to work." The thing is I COULDN'T WAIT to go to work. I don't know what my work was there, but it made me very happy. I mean, I was
elated to be there. In this dream, and the dream below, I definitely felt like I was "Home." I mean
really, really Home. There are no words to describe that feeling.
My last dream was me and my father on The Other Side. My father was newly arrived and in
total awe that he was there. He was almost 'out of it' because he was in such shock. I remember it being very sunny and showing him these thatched-roof cottages where he would be staying. It was a really cozy place. However, all this time all I could think about was leaving my father to go to where
I wanted to be.

I remember thinking that tending to Dad's arrival was my "duty" and that I could not wait to get back to somebody.
(I don't know who I was so anxious to return to, but I now think it was Patrick). I also don't know if this dream was a memory or the future. I don't know if I was there before my father, or if we arrived together. All I know is it was very familiar territory to me and I was beyond elated to be back.
Oh! I also wanted to add that I sooo agree with what y'all are saying about dreams. I learned over the past year that dreams aren't always so black-and-white. That they fit inside these little cookie cutters called
'Mundane/Everyday dreams' or
'Visitations' or
'Past Life' or
'learning tools for fears in this life.' Sometimes they fit under more than one of the above categories. It's just up to us to put the puzzle pieces together.