Conversations with a Ghost: I Dream Dead People


I had a dream….er well I had a dream, not the Martin Luther King kind, rather a dream of a dead friend coming to say hi. Before I explain the dream a little background. About three years ago my life got very weird; within a period of four months three very influential people in my life died. The second one was Sonia; in a different life a universe away we were partners, she owned a salon called Hair Police, I ran the gallery and organized giant parties/openings. Together we helped build a cool scene for late night dancing and helped to usher in techno and house culture to Mpls. She took me under her wing when I was 20 or 21, under her tutelage I learned a great many life lessons about business, and being a human. I learned an open mind is a better one, that you can make your life whatever you want, a lesson that sadly I often forget to apply. When she died we hadn’t spoken for three years, not out of anger-well not really. More just out of being human. You’re not in someone’s life everyday and space happens. She missed my wedding; I missed a reunion party; time and distance and alakazam you don’t talk for a while.When she died it was all of sudden, lung cancer had attacked her body, and she kept it very quiet. The first most of us knew she was sick was the funeral. Sonia was an effervescent life force, she had a way of sweeping you up in her universe, and it was a universe always in expansion. She had a way that made the simplest task seem revolutionary; there is a line in a Dave Clark5 song that I really hope to live up to “they were young with all of their mite’, Sonia lived that to the fullest. She was the same age as my mom, but you would never guess that, hell it was hard enough to imagine that they lived on the same planet.
When she died I was shaken to my core, the wake up call that no one lives forever…well, except for Dick Clark.

Her death followed by another started a series of events that eventually led me to separating from my wife and spending a year pretty much eating ice cream. It was more complicated then that but if I was to pick one event that was a catalyst t was that spring summer of deaths. My wife and I did get back together, and then went through a period of work hell, followed by my getting diagnosed with Kidney Disease, and a lot of heavy Zen contemplation, followed by some serious lifestyle changes.

Then last night I had a dream, one of those its definitely a dream, where Uptown Mpls, merges with Manhattan and Brooklyn, and I am having dinner with Sonia. We are at a booth, just having a conversation and eating French fries. The room seems to be filled with people I know: my musical partner smoking a cigarette, a mid 70’s Jack Nicholson (ok I don’t know him) and a hand full of real waiters and service people. Most commenting that I seemed to be talking to that and myself they couldn’t see her, like a device from some schlock film.jack

I ignored that when I realized that she was wearing the clothes she had on in her casket, and right as I realized that I saw her as she used to look. The only difference was that her eyes looked dead, big and black- somewhere between a Keene painting and a zombie. What really freaked me out was that today as I was walking through Costco I saw a woman with those eyes. She was pushing a shopping trolley filled with Toilet paper and candy. Some sort of ghost consumer at thee big box superstore.

In the dream I got to tell my friend I missed her, she got to tell me she missed me too. No great message from beyond the veil, save to say hi to a mutual friend and tell her that another friend who passed on had been in her “chair”, apparently you still need haircuts in the afterlife. We walked out to the street and I woke up, because the dream was over.

I don’t know that I believe in ghosts, I don’t know that I don’t. I believe in energy because it has to go somewhere. So there I lay at 5:43 in the morning, staring in the darkness at the unfocused blobs of stuff in my room. When my wife’s old boss, died I swear he came to visit her that night, and we had a conversation-again as a dream. He was surprised I saw him; I was surprised that there was a presence in our room. He was there to see her and say goodbye. He thanked me for a smile kindness I had performed for some of the mourners, and then was gone.

It seems like all of my dead friends and family show up in my dreams, maybe its because like all somewhat neurotic people closer to 40 then they are 30 tend to have it on the brain. Or maybe its real and you do get to make peace in the end. I felt better, if not for feeling weirder: I got to tell my friend I missed her, and at the end of the day that is something.

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There are 8 Comments to "Conversations with a Ghost: I Dream Dead People"

  • Chileana says:

    It is so interesting when you mentioned that you saw your friend in the dream in the same clothes she was wearing in her casket. Several days after my father died, I had a dream he was in my room dressed in the very same suit we buried him in.

  • nugget says:

    hey dude i saw my best friend (who died) in a dream i had last night can you help me PLZ

  • well I am by no means an expert, but that sort of things happen-as I get it dreams are sort of a reconstruction of problems that we need to work out. So if your dreaming about your friend , there is probably some unresolved issue: guilt, anger, love , loss,; take your pick.

    It is a problem that only you can solve. Make sense?


  • Pam says:

    i need help. my best friend is dreaming of an old love who committed sucide, and he’s in her dreams almost every night if shes asleep by 11:11pm.
    if you contact me, i’ll explain more.
    but i need help.
    email me back at PJfire393@aol.com

    please, please, please!
    its a life and death situation.

  • shaline says:

    hi.. plz help me. i had a dream abt a guy who died 2 weeks earlier in a bike accident. he died on spot. i knew him thru a common friend. i met him for only 3 to 4 times and i know nothing abt him except that his name is fredrick chain. yesterday i dreamt that he and some other people(who knew him but i didn’t recognise any of them) were together in a park. he was flying a kite and asking us to bring him back from the dead. and we all were trying to do that. the dream ended with some of us holding something in our hands as if it was a clue to bring him back….. i don’t know wat to do now. i don’t know his family and i am not in good terms with the common friend. wat shud i do??

  • greg says:

    hi i’m a 42 year old man from Kent England. my dad passed away 8 months ago i miss him so much and my heart breaks seeing what mum is going through, I’ve dreamt of him a lot in the first one i dreamt he called me on my cell phone and said i don’t know where the heck i am. in another one he said look at me i’m not dead mum said she often feels his presence around the house trying to comfort her in fact me and one of my sisters feel that he is around us i just worry about him cause we all love him so much just want to know he is ok so we can get on with life and move forward.

  • Chris says:

    I get a lot of emails on this post in particular, and I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t reasonable stat one way or another that there are or aren’t ghosts. But i can tell you that you can’t worry about his journey, because there is nothing about it that you can do. Just like in life his journey is his own. All you can do is be there for each other, support each other and and the like. You might “feel him” just because you miss him, that’s a reasonable reaction, but you have to know hes where he is. The best thing you can do to honor his memory is to live the best life you can. Give it your all in whatever your doing, and move forward in your own life on your terms. No father living or dead could ask for better.

    Tell his stories and keep those with you, honor his memory, by living your life.

    hope this helps

  • intelikxx says:

    my dream ..is not only dream only..i saw dead people told me something they didnt speak..but i think they not dead people..like a bad spirit ..what u dream is clue only,,then we know it soon..so scared..they can watch u closely then u will stuck until u pray.

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