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.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
The dream has given me a new perspective of the here after. I have been thinking, how big is a spirit?
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This is a new wrinkle in my horn, I have never seen a ‘57 Chevy Hearse.
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12 comments:
Interesting dream there - hope you find that money - lol. Good morning. God bless America.
I guess that would give you a different perception of death for sure. Strange things have happened with people having an out of body experience when they've almost died and come back. Thankfully yours was just a dream.
Hoping you remember the addresses.
:)
What a dream I will help you look
for the money. Maybe your next dream
you will be able to find the address. While we drive around town we can look on every street for the house. Maybe it is the Mill House
behind Historic House, I will check.
Glad you can back alive...
Good that you took the time to write down the dream. Certainly a very interesting one!
betty
I'm not good at remembering my dream, but sometimes I'm glad I can't. Ha.
Then again I dream a good dream and get mad because I wake up before it ends.
I, too, have difficulty recalling my dreams - if, indeed they exist! When I was taking Chantix to help quit smoking, I enjoyed some crazy, panoramic episodes most every night. Frankly, I miss them - lol!
Thanks for allowing us a glimpse into the hereafter. I mean, who of us are in a position to say that's not true!
Out of body experiences are always interesting to hear about, even in dream form.
That was an interesting dream :)
That was an interesting dream. Was the buried box metal? May need to get a metal detector and start searching behind service stations in that area. Rick doesn't remember dreams either. Take care, Sheila
Long dream but maybe it wasn't as long as it seems with you relating it. It was very interesting. I don't dream very often and I'm glad as I don't like to dream.
I love to have interesting dreams and yours sure was that!
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