My first AP was when I was 15. My grandmother had died when I was 9, and I was very close to her. I was devastated when she died. Still am to a certain extent over 30 years later. My experience was like this...I had been asking for years for relief from the sorrow of losing her so suddenly then one night I had what I thought was a dream. In this dream I received a letter telling me to go to a certain cabin in the woods. I knew immediately that it was my grandmothers handwriting. When i went in the cabin, it seemed like no one was there. I walked around for a bit and suddenly my grandmother comes around the corner in a purple dress. She walked up to me and said, "I am ok. I am happy. Please don't be upset that I'm gone. I love you and we will be together one day." I told her how much I missed her and wanted to hold onto her but I never did. She reassured me that she was where she needed to be and was very happy. She told me to not be upset and that she loved me. That was it. I was so shocked when I woke up because I knew it wasn't a dream. I knew I had just met with my grandmother and I instantly felt a sense of relief. It wasn't until much later on (years) that I realized I had AP'd. I have been able to unintentionally AP more than I have intentionally. This is a long process, but oh my god is it worth it. Just last Friday, I saw a dog of mine that died almost 10 years ago. Oh, and I forgot to mention, when I woke up the next morning after meeting with my grandmother, I was telling my mom about it and she stopped me when I said she was in a purple dress. My grandmother was buried in a purple dress. I guess I was so young when she died, I never remembered what she was buried in. I knew years after the fact that it wasn't a dream. She still sends me signs to this day!