From: email@example.com (Greg Havican)
Subject: Re: Strange Dreams, need your opinion
Date: 12 Apr 1995 04:13:28 GMT
Note--I would have quoted the original, but it's already expired on my
While I've often dreamed of friends and loved ones who have died, the
most striking memory I have of a similar event was one day when I went to
visit one of my buddies in the hospital.
It was lunch time, and I had come straight from the office to see Jerry.
When I walked into the hospital room, Jerry was sitting up in bed
chatting away with a friend of his. I stood in the doorway for a few
minutes because it was obvious that Jerry was really happy to talk to be
talking to this friend, and I didn't want to interrupt. I felt a little
odd overhearing the conversation, so I finally stepped into the room
after about two minutes. To my surprise, the only people in the room
were Jerry and myself.
Jerry was a little embarrassed that I had walked in on his conversation,
but after a few minutes he began to talk about it. It seems that several
of his friends (who were dead) had been visiting with him for several
days. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone because he felt they would think
he was crazy. I told him I believed that it was entirely possible that
his friends were there with him and asked him about what they talked about.
Over the next week, I went by the hospital everyday on my lunch hour to
visit with Jerry and to hear about what he had talked to his departed
friends about that day. It was fascinating because it allowed me to
learn about aspects of Jerry's life that I had never heard before.
Finally, on the day before Jerry got out of the hospital, while visiting
on my lunch hour, he held one of his conversations and invited me to join
in. I felt ackward at first, because obviously Jerry had to tell me what
his friends said, but after about 15 minutes, it seemed to me that they
were in the room with us also. It turned out to be one of the most
enjoyable conversations I've ever had.
Jerry got out of the hospital the next day, and died at home three days
later. Now, if I'm really lonely, I'll think back on those days and
smile. Sometimes, in my dreams, I talk to Jerry, and he answers me.
Those are memories of a very special time in my life, and ones I'll
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