A Dream of Ghosts

Last night I had a dream that I remembered upon awaking.

In the dream I was in a different house. A larger home. There was an extra bedroom where my wife's friend Terri lived. She evidently was staying with us (which she doesn't now.)

I heard my wife's voice in the kitchen... and I said something about going into "Terri's room." I was looking for something.

As I went in, I shut the door... and found what i was looking for. I turned and at my feet was a tennis ball. "odd," I thought. I picked it up and felt a presence in the room. I whispered, "is anyone here?"

A little boy's voice answered: Hi.

It was a very innocent voice. A lonely voice. He sounded like he was 6 or 7 years old. He wanted to play.

My heart was filled with love, and I began doing the Ananda meditation I did before I went to bed. I imagined a sphere of white light... growing and encompassing the room... filled with Joy and Love.

I had a conversation with the boy. I never saw him though. We talked and I asked him if he ever tried talking to the woman who stayed here (knowing that Terri was superstitious and it might spook her.) The boy said "Yes. sometimes i do try and talk to her." and I told him... "Oh you probably shouldn't do that. she might get scared." He said he wouldn't. He was very obedient.

I asked if he was alone... and he said, "No. My father died with me." I asked how, and he said, "Home Invasion Robbery." I asked if his mother passed, and he said "no."

"Oh that must be hard on your mother," I replied. He acknowledged that with "yes..." He instantly flipped to the positive and said, "But my dad takes me around the world!"

"Oh, how long does it take to go from here to Japan? Can you just imagine it and you're there?"

"It doesn't work like that..." and so went our conversation.

I left the room saying "God Bless," and when I didn't hear a response, I began to wonder, "OMG was I talking to a dark force pretending to be a child???" I left the room... and I was floating in a dark hallway... I was unaware of it in the moment. I moved along it to a place at the end... I passed creatures 20-30 ft tall... glowing and translucent... like Egyptian Gods. I payed no mind. I didn't know where I was... i just knew i was going somewhere...

I returned to the house, to the room where the disembodied boy was... and I asked more sternly "say God Loves you." To my relief he finally said it. But in that moment my mind worked it all out. I had a flash of the movie "Sixth Sense."

I realized - this child... was my child. He was my son. I and he were dead. We died in the Home Invasion Robbery. My wife had been living in her misery in this place... and Terri moved into the house to give my wife company... and Terri was staying in our son's old room. Which had no bed, because it she was no doubt staying on the inflatable mattress.

My son had said, "My dad and I travel the world!" - which would mean I was visiting my daughter in Paris.

I woke up and felt like crying. It was very sad to me.