I've had some real supernatural stuff happen. There is the stuff that people see in the moments following their awakening, or as they drift away into REM sleep...
I learned things in my dream that I didn't know in real life. I only knew the magnitude of my DREAM after it happened AFTER I dreamt it. I wasnt dreaming about something that HAPPENED, I dreamt about stuff that was HAPPENING or was GOING to happen.
When I was 16, my grandpa was old and bedridden in a carehome. He died something in early June of 2006. He's been senile for most of my life so I didnt have much of a connection with him, though I loved him...I never dreamt about him in the past, I hardly thought of him other than when I was going to go visit him agian. One night I had a dream of him coming to me from the otherside of this 'wall' that was like cloudy transparent. it was just him, but he had the personality of someone much younger and vigorous and ive never heard him talk like that before...because he was senile most of my life....it could be who he USED to be when he was a younger man or when he had his wits. ive never heard him like that before. he basically told me that he loved me, that he made mistakes in his life, told me to take care of grandma and make sure my dad doesnt mess thigns up and that hes so proud of me and that his generation didn't sacrifice in vain. I'm Japanese American ; my grandfather served in the 442nd regiment in ww2- while all the Japanese Americans were being put into internment camps, thousands of Japanese American men volunteered to fight for the US to prove their love of their country in the face of discrimination- my grandpa was one of them...and i can only assume he meant that he was proud of my life and that he was happy to know that their sacrifice helped the future Japanese American generations integrate more. He then took me on a memory trip, like plugged a cable into my mind or something . he showed me/ made me relive all these moments from when I was a baby and a little boy. I instantly relived playing cards with my grandpa, helping him build stuff and mowing the lawn..things i had forgotten long ago. He then said he would stick around for a bit, but eventually, soon, he would have to go.
I woke up and was weirded out. I went back to sleep until I had to go to school at 7AM. my dad told me that morning that my grandpa passed away sometime in the earlier night at the carehome...the nurse on watch thinks he stopped breathing around 2am-4am.....roughly the same time (within an hour) of when I was experiencing all the stuff.
I'm sure that my grandpas spirit was making its rounds before leaving...that, or the timing was impeccable. im certain it was real because I never thought o my grandpa a whole lot before that, and i definately didnt dream about him.
i rambled but i thought id share.