Oh, and forgot one other thing: my friend John died a few years ago very suddenly. I was unable to go to his funeral because my family had planned a vacation at the same time, and I had to go. I was really upset that I wasn't going to get my chance to say goodbye. What I still to this day think was a little strange was the night before the funeral, I had one of those dreams that feel super real (like you wake up wondering if it really happened or not). In the dream, John like came down from the sky, but it wasn't him exactly, it was more like his PRESENCE came down. I was looking up at "him" which was a really bright yellowish light - kind of like looking up at the sun, only it was a pleasant feeling and didn't hurt my eyes. Anyway, it didn't look like him, but I knew it was, and we talked for a while. I asked him all the questions I had for him: if he was worried about his daughter Morgan, why he hadn't gone to the doctor, if he had died feeling like everything was right and he didn't leave angry at anyone...things like that, as well as how sad I was and how much I missed him. He reassured me that everything was and is okay, and that this was the way it was supposed to be...I don't remember exactly what he said in the dream but it was along those lines. Then he said it was time for him to go and his presence/the light kind of backed up and away, and I remember crying out "no, wait!" and him saying "just take a breath, it is okay." I woke up very suddenly after that and just felt really...peaceful. I thought about it for a while and I really thought that John somehow knew that I needed to say goodbye to him and I couldn't be at the funeral. I really, really, think it was him somehow. I don't care what the scientific explanations are for dreams, the feeling I got from this was different than any other dream I've ever had, and I just KNOW it was really him somehow.