Dreams … Then and Now, Part 2

In 2016, I had an unforgettable dream. In my dream, my husband and I were at a party. In the room filled with people, I realized three of the people in the room were no longer alive. I could see them and talk to them, and they me. No one else in the room had any idea they were there. Amazed, I turned to my husband and said, “I can dead people who are here.” Instead of freaking out or questioning my sanity, my husband calmly and rationally suggested I study them carefully to see if there was anything different about them. Looking carefully, I realized I could see a faint glow around each of them. Suddenly, I was instantly awake. Wide awake. I heard a very sweet and gentle voice say to me, “Choose.”

Choose? What in the world did that mean? Continue reading “Dreams … Then and Now, Part 2”

Dreams … Then and Now, Part 1

When I was 18 years old, I was the only survivor of a car wreck that killed two of my friends, Christina and Jonathan. Christina was also my roommate, and we were in our freshman year of college together. It was a devastating loss that was emotionally shattering for me in many ways. At that time in my life, I had no idea what I believed happened to the soul when the physical body dies. For two weeks following that accident, I was consumed with worry and fear, frightened of what might be happening to their souls and wondering if they were OK.

At the end of the second week, however, I had the most amazing experience, a vivid dream that was completely transformative. Continue reading “Dreams … Then and Now, Part 1”