and maybe I was.

In last night's dream (well one of them), I discovered that I could see and was having conversations with the ghosts . The first one was my Grandmother. Only when I was talking to her (we were cleaning house) she was younger -- but then I thought to myself * like on six feet under the dead appear as we want them to* so I was having a conversation with G'ma and my cousin and a handsome guy see me through the window talking to what they believe is just myself. I try to tell them, when they come inside the house and ask who the heck I am talking to, that I am not crazy. They don't believe me.

Then a new dog shows up and he is so special I can't get rid of him. And then another special new dog shows up and my family thinks I am a dog collecting, self-talking to maniac. It starts raining.

John Wayne shows up and has a long conversation with me about not caring what others think... then I woke up.