I know this site isn't about dream interpretation but I don't feel like these are just dreams. There are real people involved.
A little background information before I begin:
In August two boys from my graduating class were killed in a drunk driving accident. The driver of their car was drunk and speeding and crashed into a telephone pole, snapping it in half. Ra and D, the two passengers died on the crash location, the driver lived.
I grew up in a small town, everyone knows everyone. So I knew these guys from the age of three or so. D's parents were friends with my step dad, and we used to play together when we were little. His girlfriend for the last two years of his life (he died the day before he turned 19) lived down the street from me and we road the same bus. D and I were never close in high school but we certainly knew each other.
This story has hardly anything to do with Ra, this is mostly about D.
I was away at school when I heard of D's death. It was really hard on me because I couldn't leave and go to the funeral with my classmates and family. A few weeks later, I was visiting home and sleeping in my room. My room has been a hotspot in my house for activity. I have a hard time sleeping in my bedroom and often leave the bathroom light on. Upon falling asleep, D's face appeared in a dream. He was very upset and we were walking through a strange place with large undistinguishable brick buildings. He told me he wasn't dead, that they'd made a mistake. He kept getting more and more upset repeating that he wasn't dead. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. My room felt weird and it's not like me to not sleep.
A month or so past and I was back at school again. I was up late one night on facebook like most college kids. When I decided to go to sleep I had a really hard time falling asleep. Once I did, it felt like something was pushing on my chest and I couldn't move, like the episode that happened in my story A Strange Experience While Sick. This is the only time that has happened to me. I saw D again, most of it was fuzzy, but I felt like he was trying to tell me something. I kept pushing off the dreams as just dreams, not meaning anything and I was pretty much over grieving and had come to terms with the fact that I'd never see him again. This happened in late November, early December.
Last week I had another dream. This one I was driving with another friend from high school and we came to where the accident happened. There was no car, there was only D lying on the ground, and he looked okay. I sat down next to him and we talked. He told me everything was okay, that I was a good person, that he was okay and not to worry. Then as he got up and left, an old man came and said that he was alright now. I woke up worried though. The next night a cup from the kitchen counter fell onto the floor and it had been sitting where nothing could have simply knocked it off, it was set far back from the edge.
I've never had sleep paralysis, I've never had prophetic dreams or visions of any kind. But I feel like something is going on and I need to tell someone. I've talked to my boyfriend, who doesn't know what to do and who doesn't know D and to my mom who thinks its just grief. But I've come to terms with his death and for weeks and weeks after the accident and funeral I was fine. I've heard that spirits have no concept of time and I've read that some do come through dreams. But D and I didn't know each other that well, so why would he come to me? He didn't know of my fascination with the paranormal or that I'd had experiences. I feel like he has been trying to tell me something but I don't know what, especially since that some of the dreams have conflicting messages. I'm open to any suggestions, thank you for reading.