Dreaming in the Dark

I rarely remember my dreams, and maybe that's a good thing, because last night--or I should say this morning, when I was in that deep second sleep after waking up to the barking of a hungry dog--my silenced, but buzzing, phone dragged me from a nightmare that seemed like it would never end on its own. I'm superstitious, so I won't try to assemble the pieces aloud, but in the dream I was told that I was 4% sick, 96% healthy, and I was terrified, in an unknown house where the apartments were divided by curtains instead of walls, and none of the phones worked.

I attract people who have premonitions, powers, who are just plain tuned in to all the information that is out there.  For a fascinating example, read the first chapter of my friend, Kim Sillen Gledhill's book, Seeing in the Dark at her website seeinginthedark.net.

Kim also introduced me to The Paranormalist, and in a moment of synchronicity, I sent the link to my friend Kory, who had recently reported having a dish-washing ghost (only Kory would have a tidy ghost, for reasons that will have to be explained later).  Kory's response? "You know me so well...need any "psychic" help?"  I'd forgotten Kory is one of those special people, too. But maybe the point is that I unconsciously remembered. . . .

And did I mention that I met Kim just where I saw the apparition of Rachel, which I wrote about below?