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.
It's great when they visit isn't it? Letting you know they're still there...