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Ron was a regular member of our senior citizen’s coffee club. He carried around a portable oxygen machine for his respiratory ailment. He had become increasingly weak and recently could only make it as far as the lobby of the senior citizen’s center.
On March 8, Ron died. Three days later, I dream I am in my backyard, raking bare patches of ground to prepare for new grass seed. I see what appears to be a mound of earth, but it is actually clothing. I then observe a hand in a sleeve. I think this is a dead person and will have to call the police. My rake turns into a hoe, which I use to poke the body. The body is a live young man who wakes up. I believe he is a homeless man who had fallen asleep in my backyard. I tell him he must leave. I wake up.
Later, it occurs to me that I had visited the afterlife where Ron was born again as a young man in my yard.
On March 8, Ron died. Three days later, I dream I am in my backyard, raking bare patches of ground to prepare for new grass seed. I see what appears to be a mound of earth, but it is actually clothing. I then observe a hand in a sleeve. I think this is a dead person and will have to call the police. My rake turns into a hoe, which I use to poke the body. The body is a live young man who wakes up. I believe he is a homeless man who had fallen asleep in my backyard. I tell him he must leave. I wake up.
Later, it occurs to me that I had visited the afterlife where Ron was born again as a young man in my yard.
