I just wanted to mention here that my Uncle Stan passed away about a week and a half ago from a very bad, fast spreading cancer. Two nights after his funeral I saw him in a dream just before awakening in the morning.  

I woke up from a symbolic dream in which I witnessed his funeral (I am out of state and said prayers during the service).  Just as I was looking from a far distance at a man lying face up in the road.....Uncle Stan pops out, right in front of my face, grinning and laughing.  He was larger than life, young, healthy, happy....positively radiant with joy.  He's a funny guy, good sense of humor.

He seemed like someone else at first, but I knew he wasn't.  I believe I became a bit lucid in my dream because I was able to question him, and also recognize the symbolism and the joke in my dream.  You see, he had been in "disguise" as a very old friend of mine who played Jesus in a high school play. (We all know the story....Jesus rises from the dead)  

At that moment I knew it wasn't my old high school friend.  And he didn't look anything like my old high school friend.  It was Stan, that's for sure.  Right in front of my face, just as happy as you could ever imagine.  We laughed together.

I woke up, went over to the mirror and burst out laughing.  I just knew in my heart that I'd had a visit. It felt that good.  

love, blink