I have submitted other stories here but this has been the Jewel of everything I've experienced and I' gladly share this story in search of a similar one from anyone out there.
My friend died roughly two years ago (I was never interested in keeping track) She was vibrant and being part of the debate team, can surely be classified as brainy. She was pretty too, being half Filipino and British. Hers was a combination of the gift of gab and wit and teachers already predicted that she would be successful one day. We lost touch over the years partly because after graduating from high school, we no longer traveled around the same social circles and partly because she attended College at the University of the Philippines. I did hear about her from time to time because of the social networks and through common friends but would never be able to talk to her when she was alive, after high school, we never spoke again.
I heard the news, she killed herself and her body was back in Davao for viewing for the last time. I went to the funeral home and was extremely saddened by the pictures of her when she was alive. She was so happy then. What happened? I saw her mom sobbing and asking for valium while her devastated dad just sat in the corner. I cried for the loss that I felt, for what could have been. I cried and I couldn't figure out why, we were not that close anymore...
Two nights after I went to her wake, I had a dream of her and unlike any dream, I could clearly remember what it was about and what struck me most was the landscape. She chose to speak to me on top of what seemed like a rocky cliff, the day was gray and there was a lone leafless gray tree standing in the middle of the landscape. I spoke to her and told her outright not to go scary on me, like show me bruises and blood. She smiled and said, oh, if I'd shown myself to you earlier that is what you would have seen. You only see what we feel inside. She explained that if she looked really gory and dreadful, that was what she felt. I then remarked, oh but you look pretty now. She said, well, I am ok now, but am just soooo tired. They won't let me rest. I asked her, who? My family but most especially my mom. She keeps crying all the time, she won't let me go and I am so tired. She can't let me go. My friend then asked me to tell her mom that she loves her and she wants to rest. She even asked me to tell her mom that "she was ok" I told my dead friend, that what if they weren't receptive to the message or what if they would think I was crazy or just really playing a prank on them? I asked her, what if I piss your family off? She just told me to TRY and just keep my promise. I asked her why she was telling me this and why I was talking to her instead of her family members, she said she did try but "you are the only one who is open" I promised her I would and then she said, you have to go now, they are calling you to come back, remember your promise. I said sure and then added, please don't haunt me. She smiled... And the next thing I knew, my alarm went off and I woke up.
I deliberated on how to contact her younger brother, someone who I WAS not close to but knew from school. It took me two more days after that to send an email and a friendster message regarding the event. I even said; please take it at face value since I might just have dreamed this all up. I told him, I just had to keep my promise to her.
I then called my friend who was also the person who informed me that she had already passed on. I described everything to him including the clothes she was wearing in my dream. There was silence on the other end; until he spoke and said "well you know that was exactly what she was wearing when she hung herself" I couldn't speak after that, believing in my heart that what I saw was real.
I went out to share this experience with one of my colleagues in the school organization I was in and when I started to describe the landscape, he asked me to stop and he described it to me, he said that it was a cliff overlooking the blue sunny sky with a lone leafy tree. I was totally shocked. It was like he described my meeting place to a Tee only it was a different season he was describing. I looked at him, and this NO non sense person just shrugged and said, my cousin died of cancer and we were close. He let me dream and in this place he told me I was ok. No more suffering. My colleague and I both wondered at the sheer coincidence of our story. Maybe there is such a place between worlds were messages of love can be exchanged.
I have always wondered what "open" meant but after that experience, my encounter with ghosts has increased dramatically.
*If anyone has had this experience or has seen this place, I would be so interested to know. Please email me wordgreaser[at]yahoo.com.