The Strangest Dream I’ve Ever Had

Last night I had the strangest dream I’ve ever had before. I dreamed that all the souls who’ve passed returned to make us whole.

My dream began with menancing grey shrouded ghosts moving just above the floor and floating around my bed. “Stay back you devils!” I screamed. “What the hell do you want with me!?”

One hovered just inches from my feet. The others continued to circle around, exited out the door and into the hall, only to be replaced by a fresh wave of apparitions.

The figure at my feet remained.

“What do you want!? I screamed again, holding my feet in the air ready to kick him (or her) away.

He (or she) did not move. But as I gazed, his grey form turned into a beautiful gleaming garment, reminding me of folk dress made with small patchwork quilt fabric, or perhaps Joseph’s “Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.”

This soul then turned and joined the parade of brothers and sisters now wearing similar dress of all different colors and designs, emitting a glow of various translucent colors from red to orange to yellow to green to blue and violet and gold.

His was translucent white. I tracked him around my bed and out the door.

I finally turned around to see where they were coming from. What had been a solid wall was now separated by an arched entrance through which floated this endless stream of souls.

That was my last dream of a fitful night. In the morning I awoke afresh.

Eager to ask my spouse if she had seen what I had, I turned to see her still sleeping by my side. I thought of awakening her, but fell back to enjoy the glow of peace and joy that warmed my body.