I have had night mares that I woke up with my heart racing, but last night I woke up very calm. I haven’t decided if it is because I am older or I am slower.
Anyway I died, I knew I was dead, I had the feeling of folks crying, I liked that cause I wanted folks to miss me. AS I left I felt like a puppy, something or someone having me by the back of the neck and lovingly carrying me. I did not feel fear, just sort of a peace. I was placed in a little box about a foot square, I guess spirits (ghosts) don’t need much room, I did not feel closeted. While looking around in my box the next door neighbor introduced himself. He was from Japan and had died there a long time ago. He really couldn’t explain how long since time meant nothing now.
We didn’t speak verbally I don’t think, it is just that I knew what he was saying. I also could not see him, but I couldn’t see myself either. His name was Husung. He had a ‘thought’ accent, but it came across as English. He had enjoyed an interesting life, wife and family. He had been a successful fisherman. His family really missed him (I never learned how he knew that). He wanted me to tell his family he was doing well. I asked why can’t you tell them. He said, “You will understand that later. You are not permanent.”
Pat, My neighbor on the other side joined in. He was from Pennsylvania and had been a business man. There was something urgent in his voice or thoughts. We also discussed childhoods, he did not know Husung, but had heard of him many times. (My impression was you only knew the ones adjoining your box.) He said (thought) “when you go back you must go to my home in Pittsburg and tell Jamie my son you have news from PAT”. They are having it rough and need some money. I did not know how short my time was and just before my death I buried…..
Thanks for reading this but it is too long. I will continue tomorrow.
Of course it was a dream, but very real and very comforting, strange….
Unique, a 1955 Pontiac Hearse