Dream of: 22 June 2011 (2) "Resuscitated"

I was sitting in a chair in a house which reminded me of a green rental house I used to own on 11th Street in Portsmouth, Ohio. My first cousin Jimmy (1946-2008) was sitting across from me in a chair and talking with me. He was thin and probably about 30 years old. He was smiling and happy. I thought his mother Violet was in the next room.

Talking with him seemed a little strange talking because I realized he had died. I was sure he had died because I had seen his dead body right before he had been buried. I couldn't figure out how he could be there with me. I didn't want to say anything about his being dead, so I simply continued to talk with him.

I kept trying to figure out the conundrum of his death. I could only conclude that he had somehow been resuscitated and I hadn't heard about it, even though he had died quite a while ago. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I didn't want to embarrass anyone by suggesting that he had died. Nevertheless, talking with him seemed very strange.

He seemed to be enjoying himself.

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