Thank you all for your experiences. I will tell you that after he came back from his first attack he grabbed my arm and pressed harder. He then said, "they made me come back" and then repeated it.

A few months after he died, I dreamed of running for a shuttle bus with my daughter. As the door closed before we got to the stop the bus driver was my husband, waving to me with he beloved big smile. The only difference was a long mustache. He hated facial hair.

I felt that it was my husband telling me that he was happy and waving good-bye. After he was "on-the-other side and came back he said to me, "I will never be afraid to die".

It's eased my pain. Diane

About the dream stories.  I actually very recently watched a documentary on dreams.  Forget the name of it, but it was done by BBC Horizon, and it was pretty awesome.  Anywho, it's believed that one of the primary purposes of dreams is to help us cope with things going on in our lives.  Its very natural to experience very emotional and vivid dreams after traumatic events in life.  Sometimes someone can experience an event that traumatizes them so much, they can have recurring nightmares, as the brain repeatedly tries to come to terms with what happened, but something for whatever reason is holding the person back from moving on.  In the documentary there was a case of this, where a woman had been abused by her husband, and she had a nightmare about him nearly every night.  And during the day, she would even become paralyzed with fear or have a panic attack when she would imagine that she saw him walking on the street, driving in the car next to her, etc.  I'm kind of rambling I think, but the point is when we experience a tragic event, our brain goes to work to get back to a normal state of mind, and dreams are there to help us with that.

I suppose I could add my own dream story as well.  My brother had gotten into a terrible car accident, and had fallen into a coma.  One night, a few days after the accident, I dreamt I was hanging out with him at a bar and having some drinks.  All the sudden, I realized that this couldn't be happening, since he had just been in a bad accident.  I turned to him and asked 'Weren't you hurt real bad?'  At this point I noticed that his face was now covered in blood, when it hadn't been a few seconds before.  But he smiled, and replied, 'Yeah, but I'll be just fine.'  I was instantly reassured by this, and we just hung out for the rest of the night, talking with friends and family.

When I woke up the next morning, I really did still feel reassured, and I was convinced that he was going to come out of it just fine.  And it just so happens that he did come out of it with only some short term memory problems, and a few gnarly scars.

This dream occured over a year and a half ago, but it speaks a lot about how important it was to me that I still remember it now.  And obviously those dreams were really important and meant a lot to you guys, seeing as how you still remember them as well.  Strangely enough, our brains know exactly what it is we need to hear.

Hi Hannah, he never said who, "they" were, but he pressed his fingers deeper into my arm and he said it in an angry voice. Again, he woke with retrograde amnesia. His first words to the paramedic were, " Where is Diane, where is my beautiful wife, Diane. He didn't know anyone else or who he was so I don't know what to tell you.

We are Jewish and he played basketball at a local mormon church. I do know that they formed a prayer circle around him, but I don't know the prayer's words. We did smile and say that he arrived in the mormon church heaven and they told him to go away so he came back.

I'm a skeptic so it is difficult for me to mix religion and science. I hope this helps. Diane

Hi, I am new to the forum, but I have been coming to this site for a while.  The original post reminds me of something that happened not too long after my Grandpa passed away in January 2003.  We were the lead car in the funeral procession after the hearse, and my mom and dad drove a Chevy, and my Grandpa was a Ford man, all I had known him to drive in the 25 years I was around him he drove Fords (except for his Shriners Jeepster).  On the way to the cemetary my dads car was acting up and at this time was 3 years old I think, it was running rough, brakes grinding just being absolutley miserable, and my dad was getting pissed.  Then one of us realized the Chevy-Ford thing and we kind of laughed, my dad even said "Eddie this is not funny", as Eddie was my Grandpa and my dads father-in-law, but the noises and the car running rough didnt stop. After the service we were driving back to the funreal home, the car ran fine, it had not had those problems before that incident.  Knowing the kind of Grandpa he was in life this fits with his personality, he was always doing something to make you laugh and goofing around.  This was an incredibly hard time to go through, but we all got a chuckle that he might still be up to his usual self on the otherside.  I have more stories about the paranormal, but I will reserve them for later.  I guess you can tell from my post I am a believer, but a skeptical believer, I cant show you proof of what I have seen or heard, just tell you about it.  

Diane, like everyone else, I am sorry to hear about your loss.  Here is another story that I hope will reassure you:   29 years ago in November, 1980, my grandmother (my Dad's mom) who had passed away 6 months earlier, sounded like she was at the foot of my parents' bed. Her voice awakened my mother saying, "D…don't worry, Ralph will be alright."…My father died that next morning.  Upon my Aunts arriving for Dad's funeral and upon them hearing the story, their mouths flew open.  THEY related a story that after my grandmother's dad passed away, she grieved really hard and could not sleep.  Then finally, he came to her in her sleep and said that he was okay.  She finally moved past the pain.  I believe it was my grandmother trying to "prove" to Mom AHEAD of time, that there really IS an after-life… 

Take care…