You may wonder when you read this, but the truth is, I'm not crazy - just highly intuitive. Before the millennium hit, my Angels whispered that I was supposed to talk to the dead. The Angels went from asking nicely to an insistent shove. I was scared and totally resistant.
One night at 3:40 a.m., a brilliant white light shocked me awake. At the foot of my futon, encased in an impossibly bright light, were 2 and 3 deep, grayed-out beings. All with large eyes. All with shapes enclosed in a shimmering sliver of golden light. All focused on me. With my heart playing bongos, I read my digital clock through them. Then I did what any normal person would do - I screamed, full voice, "What are you doing here? Get outta here and don't come back until morning!!!"
With that I did a quick flip onto my stomach, yanked the comforter and pillow over my head, and willed myself to sleep. Thankfully, in the morning, they were gone. DEAD 101 had begun.
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