One of my closest friends died in a freak accident a few years back. We had an extremely close bond despite only knowing each other a couple of years. I believe that this bond has transcended his death. I've had several unexplained experiences involving him since then. Here is my latest:
I moved from the Midwest to Arizona earlier this year, and being so far from home, I naturally experienced some bizzare dreams and sleep patterns due to the stress of the move. This dream was different though. The first couple of weeks in my new place I found it easier to fall asleep on my new couch with the TV on. I put something random on Hulu or Netflix and fall asleep to it. This particular night, I checked the time before I fell asleep, it was 2:00am.
Suddenly, I found myself sitting on the patio of a bar we used to frequent back home, facing my deceased friend. He looked as he always did in real life; jovial and confident with a cigarette in hand and cold Budweiser in front of him. I remember breathing in the menthol and distinct cold wetness of a Chicago fall. And because of this, I knew somehow I was home and it's really him. We sit and chat like old times, I can't remember the details of our conversation but he was happy and I felt distinctly he was there to check in on me.
The weirdest part came when I woke up. I felt like someone was jostling my shoulder but I live alone. And when I jolted awake, it was only 2:30am. But it had felt like several hours had passed. Even weirder, the TV was off. A brand new TV. Fallen asleep many times since then to the TV, it hasn't turned off by itself once. I really feel that he came to me that night. Instead of waking up afraid I woke up feeling loved and grateful. So happy to see my friend again and know that he is proud of me and thinking of me still in the beyond.