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Not my dreams, but the dream of a young widow to be and the brother of the deceased. First, you have to know the story: A good friend, the brother of my best friend from schooldays, was killed in a tragic accident weekend before last. He was teaching his son to drive, and they were in his Ford pickup (a large one, I think a F350 or larger) and were on a side road following his brother, who was driving his own truck ahead of them. The son lost control and overcorrected; he also had his foot on the gas instead of the brake (a common mistake, I've heard) and the truck went over on the other side of the road and rolled twice. The father, my friend, took off his seat belt to get over and help correct the truck, but it rolled and he was thrown through the windshield and landed 30 feet away; he died instantly of massive head injuries. The son was injured, but will recover; he had cuts on his arm and bruises from the seat belt, and a broken collarbone. The brother saw it all happen in the rear view mirror. He got out and ran to his brother, and held his lifeless body until the paramedics came, sobbing in the gravel that was in the ditch. The night before the brother woke up past midnight, outside in his underwear, about the same place the accident occurred (it happened just in front of his house.) He had never, to his knowledge, ever sleepwalked before. His body was covered with gravel that had stuck to his skin, so he had been out there for some time. He had to look in his truck for keys to let himself back in the house, where he returned to bed. That same night, the wife of the dead man dreamed that she saw him in his coffin. She leaned over the coffin and he sat up and then vanished before her eyes. She told him about her dream over coffee the next morning; he laughed and said, "I'm happy here; I won't leave you!" A few minutes later his brother came over and told him about his wild night. Several hours later, the accident occurred. I just heard all this yesterday from my friend, the sister. When I was at the wake last week, I went over to where the casket was and I a strange sensation that he was about to open his eyes and sit up. It was very strange -- I've never had that feeling around bodies before,and since I'm an empath, I thought I should. That is why dead people don't bother me at all. I don't feel their spirit is there. But this man was there. I felt it. What do any of you make of this?
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