I am always interested in when people have a dream about God. My problem is I have a difficult time remembering my dreams.
My husband passed away almost two years ago, this Nov. will be exactly 2 years. Today Aug. 13 is his birthday, he would have been 75 year old. I like you wanted to know if he was in heaven. He did have everything the Church offers for the dying person, and when he died he was alert. At one point he pointed to the corner of our bedroom and said, "hurry up".
After he passed that day, and for many months I prayed to know if he was in Heaven, or Purgatory. I prayed every day for him, had the Gregorian Masses offered for him, kissed scapular all day long, it seems and offered the indulgences obtained for his soul.
I just wanted to know, and cried, begged and pleaded with God to let me know. Yet, no dreams, no visions, nothing. Not even a feeling. But something did finally happen to assure me. One day, many months later, one of our priests, Fr. Dominic, who was also my husbands, Godfather, as he was a convert. I was attending a social at our Church here in Spokane, many visitors and regulars were there, so many people. Across the room I saw, Father Dominic, coming toward me quite quickly, the first words that came out of his mouth were not, hello, how are you, how are you doing, no none of that. His words were, "Myrna, I know your husband, Dennis, is in Heaven." Ever since then, I still pray for him, and tell him to offer whatever I can obtain to whoever he wants. I also ask him for little favors, nothing big, just little things and I always receive them.
That is my little story.