I had a weird dream last night. Lots of stuff happened in it. Run of the mill, my imaginition going crazy-ness. I was running and sliding across a giant frozen lake with someone, can’t remember who. I even fell in once….which would have hurt like a mofo had it actually happened. I remember some sort of bad guys and a hostage situation I think. I managed to be the first person out and with courage I can only hope I would also display in real life, turned around to go back and save whoever I could. ….Don’t remember the resolution of that. The weirdest part was that I had a conversation with my Grandpa. I don’t normally have conversations in my dreams. Dialogue gives way to action and movement. But this time we just sat and talked. And he told me how much he missed me and loved me and that there is something after death and we’d all be together in the end. I can’t help feeling that he really does visit me. This is the third time he’s done so since he died…..and once was while I was awake so…..
I’ve seen and felt lots of crazy shit but unlike the fine researchers on Ghost Hunters, I don’t like to jump to conclusions. Maybe it was just a weird dream. Maybe it was more.
I just don’t know that I can reconcile myself to the idea of an afterlife. It just doesn’t make sense to me. But it’s totally cool if I’m wrong on that one. Just peachy with me.