You know, I heard it was impossible to dream of being dead. Or maybe just dream of dying. Anyway last night in my dream, I was not only dead, but I was a ghost and was making my rounds visiting everyone.
Some people could see me and some couldn’t. Remarkably, no one was freaked out that this transparent Lisa was coming up to them, or appearing in their house, or waking them up, and they each had nice long conversations with me.
I hope this dream wasn’t foreshadowing anything. If I croak today, look forward to me visiting you, wah ha ha ha ha. (that was my spooky laugh).