Going into a serious surgery a couple years ago, I felt like my grandmas from my mom and dad's side were sitting next to my bed during prep. When they drugged me up, I saw them; they were both smiling and offering comfort. Most people don't dream while under anesthesia but I did. I was flying over all these different kinds of terrain, cities and oceans. When I looked up, my arms were being held as my grandmas flew me around the world. They were laughing and I couldn't stop smiling.
I still feel them with me whenever I'm in distress or I'm lonely. They're always here with me, just like they always promised. I don't know if it's real, but I know it's real to me.

Oh, and when I still had cancer, I saw things and people walking around all of the time. My doc did a MRI and didn't find cancer up there, then I got analyzed by a shrink. Didn't get diagnosed with anything other than mild depression at that time, so the shrink just labeled it as a comforting mechanism. I know what I experienced but it's up to others if they want to believe it or not.