September 11, 2008
I had the strangest of dreams last night. I was with someone close to me, although who that person was I’ve no idea. We’d volunteered to “pass over”, whatever that meant, and I remember the two of us high up on a large hall gazing down at a very distraught relative below. I remember thinking to myself she didn’t need to be. The next thing I remember is actually departing and getting ready for the cross over itself. The next thought I had was, are we about to be killed? The question disturbed me and I didn’t know the answer.