While I've known some people who would define this kind of experiences nothing more than your mind's unconscious creation of a dream construct, triggered by a powerful enough wish to see your loved one, I really doubt this is the case. See, I've also had similar experiences in the past.spacemonkey wrote:Further down…………. My Dad and I parted ways that were not of the best circumstances, in anger. He died before we could patch things up with each other, I never saw him alive again after that day. After his funeral I went home, brokenhearted, still confused. I had so many questions that only he could answer. There always seemed to be Time, in which we could talk. There was nothing further from the truth. Some three days later, while I was asleep, Dad came to me and talked, talked about all that I needed answers for. I asked him why, why did you leave before we could set things right? His response was simple. “ My boys no longer needed me. You guys grew up. I always told you kids I was living on borrowed time. My time is up. Your time is just beginning, you have much still to do.” Many other things were discussed for three nights, there was no doubt this was my Dad. He further told me, “You can still come and see me, if you really want to, in your dreams.” This also proved true, about a year later I was lonesome for Dad and went to sleep. Sure enough, I found him, in his house with people that I have not seen since I was very small. I knew all of them, they all greeted me warmly and told me Dad was upstairs. I went upstairs and there was Dad, sitting and having the time of his after-life. He said with much joy,” See, I told you guys he would find me! Come and sit son, let’s talk……” This didn’t bother me, it felt natural. I still called my younger brother about all of this, thinking maybe I was going crazy. He broke down and cried on the phone. My brother told me that what I had just told him Dad had written in a letter and left in his old car that my brother had only found that afternoon. It was near verbatim, I still see Dad every now and then.
When I was 10, my grandfather died of Alzheimer's Disease. I had barely known him, since the disease had already taken its toll by the time I was capable of understanding a bit more - I only barely remember my grandfather as a healthy man, and even then the memories are foggy and distant. I remember him mostly, if not only as an old man who had increasingly long spells of "madness" (or so I thought at the time) and once - when I was 7 - became violent and almost beat my 3-year-old brother up before the hospital could be called and somebody could restrain him. For this and other reasons (both he and my grandmother were... not cold, i suppose, but more distant, not as loving as my other grandparents), I never really knew him, and much less had a relationship with him, by the time he died. When he died, I wasn't even affected too much, especially since he was my first relative to die during my lifetime; I knew it was a bad thing, and I was sad for my father, my grandmother and my aunt, but truth be told, I didn't feel his death as a very painful event.
However, a month after his death, I had a strange dream which I remembered vividly upon awakening. I dreamed I and my family were in a car, driving on a road in the middle of nowhere. And I mean literally nowhere: apart from the single, straight line of asphalt, there was nothing around us except an endless brown plain. Suddenly, however, there was something: a bus stop, just next to our car. The car stopped, but neither of my parents, nor my brother seemed to notice; when I looked to the bus stop, there was my grandfather, and he didn't look sick, old or confused as he had been for most of my life, but healthy and... dignified, I would say. I remember he talked to me, asking me how things were going, how were my parents, especially my father, and how was my grandmother, among other things.
I was terrified. Even in the dream, if a dream it was, I felt this was really my grandfather, not a figment of my imagination. I was 10 by then - and the thought of talking with a ghost scared me. When the dream ended and I awoke, I remembered it perfectly, but didn't tell anybody about it, because I was too afraid to think about it. I thought perhaps it had just been a dream after all, a nightmare, and I'd forget it in time.
The month after, I had another dream. I was in a friend's house, playing with him, and made my way along a corridor and into a room that was, I knew it, the farthest room in the house. The real house didn't have that corridor or that room; but in the dream, both were there. The room was a child's room, with toys spread on the floor, and a large, dark wooden armoire; I started playing in that room, alone, when suddenly my grandfather appeared again, apparently emerging from behind the armoire. Again, he asked me how things were going, and how my father and grandmother were, and so on.
At that point, I remembered the first dream, and I knew that even though I realized I was dreaming, this was really my grandfather - again. I was so terrified then that I ran away, and screamed at him not to come back, because I was frightened. Last thing I remember from that dream was my grandfather's face, and he seemed surprised by my fear, but perhaps he understood.
I never again saw my grandfather in my dreams. Even now, 16 years later, I remember those two dreams vividly, and no matter how much people tell me it was just a dream, I keep having the strongest feeling it wasn't.
) Therefore, none of my thoughts or actions are influenced by such considerations. I may be an agnostic, but, for all practical purposes, I am an atheist.
Looks like the first time I ever used it on the Watch was in Dec 05. 
(See...I can quote songs...well...musicians anyway. 
Now that's the kind of post I like to see most of all. 
