I don’t see dead people…

I had this dream about a friend of mine.  His name was Craig.  I heard recently that he had died.  I hadn’t seen him since 1995.  But I was still sad for the news; I’d always thought I’d run into him on Facebook or something.

So, I had this dream, and he was sitting on the floor.  I could see him, but no one else could.  He told me he was stuck.  He’d been an atheist, but now that he was dead, he really needed to believe in something.  He tried to allow himself to cross over, but he just couldn’t quite manage it.  He was really afraid to let go.  So I hugged him, and then we talked for a bit.  Then I woke up.

But all morning I had the strangest feeling I wasn’t alone.  I could sense a presence around me, and it seemed so frustrated.  So finally I said “look, you’re dead.  You have no body now, right?  There is obviously something after the physical body dies or you would have already ceased to exist, right?”

There was no reply.  I hadn’t expected one.

I let myself see him in my mind’s eye.

I tried asking him how he’d died, and he pointed to his heart.  “Was it a heart attack?”  he shook his head.  “Was it a stroke?”  He shook his head and held his heart.

I wish I was better at this.

Sometimes our beliefs don’t match our experiences.  It’s okay to change our minds.

I think Craig is doing okay with his change of mind.

Things have been peaceful around here.

Deanna Joseph © July 21, 2010