Hey all! I’m Alex and I’m relatively new to the Linkin Park fandom. For most of my life, I was a casual fan of L.P. I knew some of their songs, but i never bought their albums or went to any of their shows or knew any of the band members names, etc.
After Chester passed, I was saddened but it didn’t hit me until about 5-6 months later (December '17/January '18). After downloading a bunch of their songs to my iTunes playlist, a huge wave of grief hit me like a ton of bricks. I started crying and sobbing almost every night as i listened to Chester’s beautiful voice.
There was an extremely dream I had of Chester back in February. I don’t know whether any of you guys believe in spirits coming to visit you in your sleep but this may have happened to me.
In this dream, I was in heaven or some type of afterlife. There was a huge movie theater and inside there were hundreds of theaters of musicians that have passed away and those movies would play their best concerts, shows, memories, etc. I was running to Chester’s theater, screaming his name. I found his theater and I walked in to a relatively small-ish room. Everything was carpeted (walls, floors, ceiling). There were no seats except for one table that had two chairs.
There were about 15-20 other fans already there sitting on the floor. The lights were dim and the movie hadn’t turned on yet. I sat down on the floor with the others and soon after, the lights went off as a movie of Chester & Linkin Park started playing.
The group of fans turned around and started cheering and it was Chester walking into the room with a security guard (i think). Some of the fans tried to get up and hug him/touch him but he was like, “not now, guys” and said some other stuff that i can’t remember.
I didn’t move from where I was sitting. I started to sob hysterically and my whole body was shaking because I have missed Chester so much, even though I’ve never met him in person. Soon after, I felt someone sit down next to me and put their arm around me. I didn’t have to look up to know that it was Chester.
He told me that everything was gonna be okay. Chester let me cry in his arms and comforted me throughout the rest of that dream.
I woke up the next morning with tears streaming down my face. I knew deep in my soul that Chester may have reached out to me. He must have known that I was hurting.
What do you guys think? Do you think Chester visited me? Or was it just my imagination? This happened months ago and I still remember almost every detail, that’s how vivid it was to me.
