I have two stories here, the first of which I am certain was a spiritual visitation from my Grandparents in a dream state, so it wasn't an actual dream but rather a way of lost loved ones coming through to us as we're sleeping and on a different vibration to what we are when awake.
It was 2014 and I had lost my Grandad in the October that year.
My Grandma (his wife) had died a few years previously on Christmas Eve 2010.
Several small things had occurred since then, such as suddenly being able to smell stew cooking in the house when nothing was cooking at all (My Grandma would make a stew every Wednesday when I went to their house from school).
Or I would smell the pipe tobacco that my Grandad used to smoke.
On one occasion I thought I caught a glimpse of my Grandma's skirt drifting by, but nothing overly significant really, until this one night.
It was very short but I am confident it was a spiritual visit.
I was at their house standing in the lounge and my Grandparents were both standing in the doorway facing me.
My Grandma did all the talking (as she always did in life) while my Grandad was nodding and agreeing (as usual!)
My Grandma said she just wanted me to know how proud they are of me, and that was it.
The visitation ended.
What was significant to me though, was that they were both dressed in the exact clothing they had been dressed in for their funerals...
Now my second story is what I believe may have been an astral projection (though I'm open to other possibilities)
It was very bizarre whatever it was.
It was the middle of the day and I had gone upstairs to take a nap while the kids were all in school.
I know with absolute certainty, that I was upstairs and in bed when I fell asleep.
I woke up, or at least I thought I had, and found myself downstairs on the sofa.
I have never sleepwalked so I was utterly confused, but absolutely convinced I had woken up and I was downstairs.
I got up to try and go back upstairs, but found moving very difficult, it was as though I was trying to walk through water against a strong current and could only move my legs very slowly.
I have no recollection of even reaching the staircase, but then the next thing I knew I woke up (for real this time) and was exactly where I should have been - upstairs in bed.
I have absolutely no explanation for this other than a spontaneous unplanned astral projection.
Open to all thoughts and opinions.
Thanks for reading.