Ghost 13

Dream: I died in a plane crash. I didn’t see the crash in my dream, but I remembered it was in the bush in Alaska.

As I walk among the living, I am occasionally able to talk to them, though what I say only seems to influence their moods or reactions to things.

I stay close to Abby and try to help her in her daily affairs. When I tell her to take care of my cameras, she smiles, like my suggestion made her think of it.

We are then at a northwestern sawmill. After a large meal, during which I almost become visible, a group of Abby’s friends and family go outside build a giant fire from the felled trees for the mill. Fire, it seems, will make the dead visible.

I woke up from this dream feeling even more affection for my wife than usual.

It is possible I am letting sentimental fiction co-opt my dream states.
It is possible I am letting sentimental fiction co-opt my dream states.

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