I, Ghost Whisperer
I had such an intensely vivid dream and I was lucid through much of it. It felt so real!
First I dreamt I got a phone call from xxx, and that she was trying to tell me something important, but I could not understand what she said because her voice was so low and the line was full of static. She talked for several minutes before hanging up, but I never figured out what she was saying.
Right after that I dreamt I was riding in a car with two women that may have been my close friends. There was some kind of tension between us because we had some kind of argument and were driving in silence. The car was an old car like from the 1950s.
All three of us were sitting in the front seat, but I turned around to look in the back seat for some reason and saw a blond woman there. She had three very young blond haired children between the ages of 2-4 with her. I knew that they were "ghosts" and that no one else in the car could see them. I asked my friend who the blond lady with the three young children in her backseat was, and she started freaking out. She said they were her family members. Then she called her aunt and had me talk to her. The aunt was an older woman in her 80s or 90s, and I started to tell her what the ghost woman and her children were doing and saying. The ghost woman looked to be in complete shock most of the time and staring straight ahead almost as if she was not aware of the energetic children who were bouncing all over the backseat. The aunt told me they died many years earlier in a car accident.
As I was talking to the aunt I realized that they did not know they were dead, and something told me to talk to the ghost lady so she would realize that she needed to go into the "light". Only then would her children follow her. By that time we had arrived at a house and the ghost family followed us inside because I was the only one who could see and talk to them in all those years. The children ran off to play around the house, and I sat on the couch next to the woman who was almost comatose at that point. My friend who had been driving was now on the phone and was getting information from the aunt while I told the ghost woman what happened to her and her children. I asked her name but she was silent so my friend got it from her aunt. When I was able to talk to her using her name she finally started to pay attention to me again. I told her that her children could not move on because they wanted to stay with her and that she needed to start looking for a light so that it would appear for her. This went on for some time until I noticed the woman fall down to the floor. I asked her if she saw the light. She indicated that she did and then I told her to go into it and merge with it. Then she started to slowly fade away.
I told my friends that she was gone, but I still had to go deal with the children. I walked around the house and finally found them in my friend's child's playroom. I called them over to me and told them that their mother had finally gone to the light and it was ok for them to go too. At first I was not sure if they could see it, or if they understood what I meant, but they crowded around me and hugged me, then walked over to a small child's table and chair set and sat down. I asked them if they could see the light because I could not see it, and they all smiled at me and nodded. I told them to go into it. Then all the children slowly started to fade from my vision until they were gone.
I went back into the living room and dropped down on the couch exhausted. My friends asked me what had happened with the children, and I told them when a very large wooden clock on the wall chimed once. It was huge and the sound was loud. After that each time that a minute passed the big hand would move with a loud swooshing sound. This happened two or three times before I told my friends that interacting with the ghost woman had been stressful and that I never wanted to experience that again. They both thought I should continue talking to the dead but agreed they would not want to deal with it themselves.
Then I woke up.
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Originally Posted by Agni
Yet I still like to be able to see things from various perspectives as well. Maybe he was my guardian spirit AND I use him as my hero imagery. Even when it happened I felt like he wasn't real and since no one else saw him that day I also wonder if I somehow saved myself just before losing consciousness I created the boy to save me. I will never know and that bugs me. Sorry for my rambling. 
he is who you think he is. No one else would know. I have numerous relatives who claim to see ghosts. Do they exist? Who am I do say. Is reality reducible to materialsim? Is reality dualistic, pluralistic? I have no clue. I have my own worldview, but who says that your worldview or those of others is incorrect? How do we prove or disprove such a view? 
He stepped behind me and grabbed my hand and pushed a wad of paper into it and said, "You will do it. You have for everyone else." I was feeling shocked and wondering who he was confusing me for. 
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(as per tcaudilllg)
