It was night and I was standing outside a house, looking through a window at my sister, Julie, sitting at the kitchen table. She was on the phone, talking to our other sister, Michelle. And in the way that dreams are strange, I could also see Michelle. They were talking about me. According to their conversation, I had recently died. I was 21 years old.
I felt a pull. An energy bigger than myself was pulling me away from the window. I knew it was time to go.
I put my hand on the window and quietly whispered goodbye.
I turned around and I was pulled into the sky and everything went black.
Was that a cool dream or what?!!
peace and love,