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In 1977, my dear college friend Bobby died suddenly in a fiery car crash while riding as a front seat passenger. His friend was driving drunk.
That night I dreamed that a few athletic boys approached me at work. I felt slightly amused because these big muscular guys looked frightened. They let me know that they had seen Bobby’s ghost around town and came to warn me. I explained that I would not ever be frightened of Bobby’s ghost. I was a bit arrogant, but also confident in the knowledge of Bobby’s goodness.
We were standing in the parking lot, when from the corner of my eye, I saw what appeared to be Bobby’s ghost walking around the side of a tall wooden fence. As he walked in our direction, I noticed that I could see every inch of Bobby’s physique in perfect focus as if his image was a photorealist painting. This means that instead of seeing as the human eye sees – which is sharply in focus at the center of attention and then a fade out to progressively softer edges away from the center – every inch of Bobby from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet was in focus.
I found this visual phenomenon terrifying.
I began to scream, “This is not Bobby, this is not Bobby, this is NOT Bobby’s ghost, it looks like Bobby but it is not!” Then much to my surprise, I died.
I can remember swooning and collapsing, while watching the concerned faces of my friends as they tried to catch me before I hit the pavement. Just as my body landed on the hard pavement, the ground gave way to another dimension. I found myself standing in the middle of a cloud,…. or dense grey fog. My first thought was one of disappointment. I thought, “If this is heaven, where is the color?”
I stood for a while in silence. I waited. Soon two grey forms approached me. Both forms were vertical, one slender and one heavy set. The heavy set one was Bobby. I recognized him right away. The cylindrical vertical forms, sliding toward me as if floating cigar shapes, looked as if they were comprised of dense, grey, fog.
I was not afraid. In fact, I felt genuinely excited to be near Bobby’s essence.
As he approached I felt more love than I have ever known in my lifetime, before or since. I was immediately saturated with unconditional acceptance, appreciation and love. I was completely enveloped by the fog of Bobby. Every cell of my being knew I was loved, and the love was uncomplicated and bidirectional.
Then I began to notice a pressure in my chest. It was as if, without words, Bobby was telling me that I could stay…. and remain in this atmosphere of love forever. He let me know that I did not have to return to my life. The unspoken but potent message was, “You do not have to do this lifetime, you can come home”.
Gently, but with force, I began to push Bobby away and told him, “I have to go back, I have something I have to do, something I must finish”. Tenderly, he let me go and I woke up.
This dream, is as new today as it was forty years ago.
How I make sense of this dream, then and now, is that this was more than just a dream…. it was a message from a higher spiritual dimension. It could be explained from the Jungian concept of the collective unconscious.
This dream, helps me grasp Victor Frankel’s suggestion that we must have an existential life purpose. Although I need reminding, I know that each of us has a purpose, a higher calling, to positively contribute to the state of the world.
This dream, and others, have inspired me to go beyond a concrete realm of existence for healing myself and others. This dream reminds me that appearances are not always what they seem. I am invited by this dream to listen to my inner knowledge, over what appears to be familiar, comfortable, or recognizable. It is through this dream experience that I know that agape exists and that each one of us is called upon to bring it back with us to earth.
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