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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  1. I’ve been told (and I’ve read) a dozen times or more the old myth that you can’t die in your dreams or you’ll die in real life. I’ve proved that to be untrue at least as many times in my own dreams.

    Generally, though, when I die in a dream, I take on the viewpoint of another person to look upon my demise.

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