Supernatural

Last week, I dreamt my dad was dressed in white cotton trousers and a white cotton shirt. He was going off to some job he had and was happy about doing. My mom packed him a brown-bag lunch. I thought in my dream, "he's going to be all right; he's going to make it."

Last night I was woken up by a voice to the left of my bed that said, "Daddy." It was a sort of tinny, robotic voice, and very clear audio. Not a dream. I woke up and wondered, but I was not afraid. Just curious.

There were 2 incidents where voices scared me s***less. Back on the East Coast there was a message on my cell phone. I heard whispering, whimpering, and then: "[unintelligible]...near one." They almost, but not quite, sounded like my niece and sister, or a dog. But not quite. My heart chilled over when I heard it. A friend of mine listened and nearly threw my phone back to me, crying out, "that's not right - delete it!"

I was awakened one night several years ago by a voice clearly calling my name. It had absolutely no organic quality at all. It was a dead thing speaking in human decibels. It scared me so badly I turned on my light and sat up all night.

Five years ago, a few days after my first dog died, I woke up to the familiar thud of his heavy head on the edge of my bed. He always used to do that while he contemplated the energy it would take to climb up the high bed. Then he would put a paw up and clamber in with me - which is exactly what started to happen. I whispered, "Jesus, no" and it disappeared instantly.

And of course, the reason for this Blog, those whispers of Psalm 47:7.