I just read Kell's post about the weird dreams about folks no longer with us, and thought I might share this. A couple of months ago, just before my younger sister and nephew saw the ghost at my house (posted in the Ghost section),I had a weird dream that I think may have been connected. I was sitting at the kitchen table, painting, which I often do, and looked into my dining room. There was a woman, about 35, in a 1940's era dress and hairstyle, pacing nervously back and forth. In the dream, I looked at her and said, "Hey you aren't supposed to be here. You are a ghost, aren't you?" She confirmed that yes, indeed she was, and this was her house. I told her it was my house now, and that she should go on. She also confirmed that she was the one who slammed the door, hid things, etc...and informed me that she wasn't going anywhere, she couldn't. Now, my "visitor" was not impolite or unfriendly, in fact, she seemed to almost welcome someone being able to communicate with her. At that time, I told her to hold on until my husband got home, and maybe he could help. James walked through the door, like he always does when he gets home from work, and at that point I woke up.
The other dream was one that James, my husband, had just a few days ago. He dreamed that he and I were sleeping, and he woke up when he heard a commotion in the dining room. A group of people, whom he did not recognize, were having a party. He noticed a chubby little girl, about 13 years old, with short blonde hair who faded in and out. Realizing she was a ghost, he grabbed her, and the girl could not de-materialize. Quite upset by this, the poor kid began screaming and crying. James said he was amazed, and held on to her, dragging this hysterical little teenage ghost to the people in the party and asking, "Do you see this girl?" Each of the party goers shook their heads no, and looked at him like he had just flipped his lid. He then drags the child into the bedroom, I'm awake because of the commotion. He asks me, "Do you see this girl, this little blonde girl I am holding onto?" I look and him and reply "Duh! Of course I see her, let the poor little thing go!" At which point he wakes up. I'm not sure these dreams are connected to our ghosts, but they were kinda interesting! I asked him what type of clothes the girl had on, and he said they were fairly modern -- jeans, a t-shirt, and jacket. He didn't recognize her, and she didn't sound like anyone I could think of. Weird, huh!