What Does It Mean When You Dream of Someone Who Has Passed Away

Some people frequently remember their dreams, while others claim they never dream or at least can’t recall them.

But do dreams have any significance? While many believe dreams convey messages from unseen forces that we can’t perceive while awake, some scientists argue that dreams are merely the result of neurological processes in our brains.

Even when we’re asleep, our brains are very active. Sometimes, dreams reflect our daily experiences, while at other times, they reveal our fears. But what does it mean when we dream about someone who has passed away?

These dreams might be part of the grieving process or reflect a transition happening in our lives. According to Healthline, it’s more often the latter.

Such dreams are common during periods of change, such as starting a new job, moving to a new place, or meeting new people.

More important than the dream itself is how it makes us feel.

Rubin Naiman, a psychologist with a Ph.D. who has extensively studied sleep, explains, “Dream interpretation involves decoding the dream. It offers psychological insights and expands our consciousness.”

So, dreaming about someone who has died may be related to the changes in our lives and how those changes impact us.

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“Many contemporary neuroscientists believe that during REM sleep, the brain is performing maintenance tasks and may unintentionally generate visual images, making dreams appear meaningless,” says Naiman. “On the other hand, some believe that dreaming is more profound than waking life. This view is prevalent in ‘dream cultures,’ such as among the indigenous people of Australia, who see dreaming as fundamental to our spiritual existence.”

Experts categorize these dreams into four types.

First, dreaming of a deceased person might be the brain’s way of processing grief and pain. If we had unresolved issues with the deceased, such as guilt, this could explain why they appear in our dreams. Dream analyst Lauri Loewenberg suggests that we might dream of a deceased person if we recognize their traits, like substance abuse, in ourselves. Some experts believe these dreams represent a visitation from the deceased, especially if they appear well-dressed or happy. A positive feeling from the dream may suggest the deceased person is saying “Hello.”

Regardless of our beliefs about dreams, they undeniably offer profound and meaningful insights. Dreams can provide a glimpse into our soul and our connection with those who have passed away.

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Mother-in-Law Didn’t Expect That Breaking Up Her Son’s Family Would Boomerang Back on Her

Ludmila sat at the kitchen table, absently tapping her spoon against the edge of a cooling cup of tea.

Through the window, she watched Marina carry the last of her boxes to the car. Finally, Ludmila thought with grim satisfaction, this outsider is gone from my son’s life.

She snorted quietly. Everything had gone according to her plan. The marriage had fallen apart, just as she intended — all thanks to her careful interference.

“She fooled you completely,” she had told her son Alexey over and over. “Lazy, selfish — couldn’t even keep the house in order. You deserve better.”

But Alexey sat silent, his fists clenched in frustration. He knew the real reason his marriage had failed — his mother’s constant meddling, her sharp remarks, her endless suspicion. Marina wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t deserve what had happened.

Ludmila had seen her as a threat from the beginning. First came the little comments: “Are you sure she’s faithful to you?” Then the lies: “I saw her with another man at a café.” And finally, the cruelest blow — a planted letter, supposedly from Marina’s secret lover.

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That was the breaking point. Alexey lost his temper, accusing Marina of betrayal. Tearfully, Marina had only said, “If you trust her over me, then we have nothing left to say.” The divorce followed soon after.

Ludmila was delighted. She imagined Alexey returning to her care, as he had before marriage — eating her meals, listening to her advice, dependent on her again.

But things didn’t go as planned.

Alexey wasn’t happy. He grew distant, withdrawn. One evening, he quietly asked her, “Are you happy now, Mom? Marina’s gone. I’m alone. And I barely see my daughter. Is this really what you wanted?”

Ludmila couldn’t answer.

Soon, Alexey stopped coming to see her altogether. He rarely answered her calls. Meanwhile, Marina, far from falling apart, was thriving. She found a new job, bought a small apartment, and seemed freer, stronger.

That’s when Ludmila realized — she was losing everything. Her son was slipping away. Her granddaughter Liza avoided her. And Marina, whom she had once called weak, was building a new life.

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Months passed. The silence in Ludmila’s home grew unbearable.

Desperate, Alexey tried reaching out to Marina — calls, messages, apologies. But Marina’s reply was always the same: “It’s over. Move on.”

When he visited her one day, Liza opened the door — and closed it in his face without a word.

That night, Alexey ignored his mother’s call for the first time. Ludmila called again and again, but there was only the empty ring of rejection.

She decided to visit him. Alexey answered the door, unshaven, exhausted, his eyes empty.

“Look at yourself!” she burst out. “All because of that Marina!”

But Alexey’s voice was steady, stronger than she’d ever heard: “No, Mom. Not because of Marina — because of you. You destroyed everything. I lost my wife. I lost my daughter. And now I’m losing myself. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

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It was the first time in her life that Ludmila felt powerless.

Days passed. No calls. No visits. The house was silent.

One afternoon, wandering through the neighborhood, she passed the old playground where she used to take Liza. She saw a little girl on the swings — her granddaughter’s familiar silhouette — and her heart clenched.

Memories came flooding back — sticky hands, carefree laughter, summer afternoons.

Ludmila had thought she was saving her son, protecting her family.

But in the end, she had lost them both.

Now, all that remained was silence.

And it was far too late to fix it.

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