"My thoughts during this dream were mostly centered around figuring out ways to talk him out of killing me. I was trying to think of the perfect reason..." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

I was walking through this house. White walls. It was a nice home. It wasn't mine. Someone related to me... So many doors.

Walking through the many hallways looking through the closed doors... searching for a bathroom it seemed.

I came to a door by the garage which was open. I walked in. I could see my brother John's head in the jacuzzi. I looked in the mirror.

In the reflection, in a small pool closer to me I could see my grandpa Keirnes. My heart jumped a little because he had died.

I quickly turned away from the mirror to look at the pool and saw he was still there. I didn't expect that. I thought the reflection was an illusion. It wasn't....

I said, "Grandpa?"

He said, "Hey." I was slowly becoming comfortable with the fact he was now alive.

He asked me if I remember being pushed down while swimming. He said that was him. He was trying to kill me so I could come exist with him in death.

And we talked. I was a bit frightened by the fact he wanted to kill me. I was trying to think of ways to talk him out of it.

And we drove to the Fred Meyer parking lot. As we were driving there he kept looking for this article. It was about a family who had died in a car crash. He was hoping it was my family. He spent so much time looking for that article. The article was cut out of the paper, missing.

I realized we were wasting valuable time. I didn't know how long this strange connection would last. I said, "next time we connect like this, we shouldn't talk about stuff which is so depressing."

We got out of the car. It was bright, the sun. The world seemed a bit orange.

Suddenly a bunch of armed guards lined up in front of the store. A swat team. We just ignored it. We decided to walk the other way.

We found a plant store. My grandpa couldn't open the door. Suddenly a girl appeared, an announcer. She said, "Oh yeah, when you meet with the dead they can't open doors. They don't have any muscle mass. And their faces are all hollow. You almost feel like you don't know them. Like they don't exist."

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