Pat was saying,
I buried a box of money at the rear of the last service station I owned before I died. Pat told me how to recognize it. He gave me a couple incidents that only he & Jamie knew, to prove I was real.
I was to retrieve the box he had hidden there and remove the top envelope in Jamie’s presence. I was to remove the cash and burn the envelope and the remaining contents. He said somehow Jamie would know the money from the envelope was my expense money. I was to hand over the box of cash to Jamie.
I asked how do you now I am going back? He said “Everyone that has lived in that house leaves and goes back,” he said that like I should know that.
At no time did I feel cramped in the small space, but completely at peace. The conversations were amazingly peaceful even though no sounds were made. And for what ever time I was there, I was not anxious. I had a feeling everything was all right.
At some time I knew the box (house) was opening. I was taken from the ‘house’, again, gently by the nap of the neck (I had a feeling like a loving mother dog was carrying one of her puppies), and so I was carried over to my body. I could see me still on the hospital bed no life support hooked up. I was placed on my own chest and seemed to just melt in. Then I was me again and started to get up. A startled nurse said you have been in a bad way we thought you were dead, you should lay back.
But I couldn’t lay back, I had to get up and go to the bathroom, because I was back here in the motor home. There was no hospital bed nor nurse, so I felt my way back to the toilet.
Now If I could just remember those two addresses and the instructions. Shucks, now Jamie will have to find the money himself. I hate I cannot destroy the ‘whatever’ when he does. I also wanted to meet Ms Husung. Well maybe tonight I will understand it better.
Thanks you for listening to the most interesting dream I have ever had, strange, I normally do not remember a dream.
The dream has given me a new perspective of the here after. I have been thinking, how big is a spirit?
This is a new wrinkle in my horn, I have never seen a ‘57 Chevy Hearse.