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Limbo: Not All Souls Who Wander Are Lost…

I’ve read and experienced, that the dead communicate through dreams.

During prayer I asked that if any poor souls, albeit if I had worked with them and not even known them, needed my intercession to let me be made aware. As par for the course, two days later I had the following dream.

The Funeral Home.

I found myself in the main showing room of a vast, formal funeral home. I knew it was a funeral home and, like those you are familiar with, it was well lit with many lamps, coffee tables, loveseat, chairs and a desk. All the furnishings facing towards the lights. The was a massive funeral home. The ceiling soared almost cathedral-like. And like many funeral homes, there were partitions. This well-lit section was huge possibly enormous 75 feet wide by 50 in depth before the open partitions. These open, looming sliding solid wood paneled doors, divided the showroom from the foyer. As you approached the partition doors, the room became dimmer and dimmer. Centered squarely in the foyer was an ascending staircase. Upon the landing the railing went to the left and right, with the second floor disappearing in the darkness. I knew not to cross over the threshold of the partition doors, into the darkened foyer.

Three cats to comfort me …

I soon realized that three of “my” cats were with me in the showroom. They were comfortable, sitting on tables and the desk. I knew they were mine and clearly recognized one of them that I currently have. I felt the foreboding, I knew I didn’t want to be there, but I was aware that I must stay. Again, like typical funeral homes, I made my way instinctively to the kitchen. It was off to the right of the showroom, so no need to enter the foyer.

The Kitchen

Once I entered the small kitchen, I went to the sink and peered out the window. It was dusk outside. The cat I recognized, jumped on the countertop. I opened a cabinet door to find her something to eat. It was then that while still looking out the window, I said to myself: “If I could only make it to morning I’ll be fine. I must stay until then.”

Return To The Showroom…

Once back into the showroom, I thought: “I need to stay here by the desk, sofas, in the light until morning.” I was uneasy about the open partition doors. This opening, humongous, approximately 30 feet wide, made me insecure. I felt the need to have it closed. But yet, it remained open. I was not to attempt to close them. I innately knew I could have crossed over into the darkened area, I was permitted, but with reserve. I didn’t want to go but would have if the need arose. I scanned the showroom to make sure all the cats were accounted for, and well clear of the dimly lit area. I told the cats to stay on this side of the room. I looked at the sofa by the desk, again, all furniture faced away from the looming doors. I thought: “Good, I won’t be looking that direction. I can wait out the night.”

The Young Woman

Just then I looked up at the darkened opening of the doors. I caught glimpse of her walking mid-way through the foyer. Striding easily, from right to left, a young thirty something, woman. She had long blonde hair, pulled back and wearing a distinctive red vest. The vests worn by the big box home improvement retail chain. (Remember I had asked if any former co-workers known or unknown in need). I did not know recognize her, but of course remembered the workplace. I immediately yelled: “Hey!” She turned her head to face me but continued her pace until she disappeared from the frame of the doors, into the hidden darkness of the foyer.

I Pursued Her…

Without hesitation, I quickly went after her into the darkness around the left partition door. She was there but lying down in the dark. The residual light from the showroom enabled me to see her. I bent over her and said: “Do you know you’re dead? You can’t stay here in this darkness? You need to be with God.” I was insistent. She sat up and said: “No, I like it here. I’m staying. You should come here, too.” I was incredulous; “Why would you like it here? No, no, this isn’t good.”

Justification, Persuasion…

The deceased woman stood and tried to influence me by saying: “I can do what I want here, I’m staying.” She tried to coax, justifying her reasoning. She waved me on as she went deeper into the dark. I had the impression there were a sparse few along with her. Amazed I shook it off and stepped back into the showroom.

The Dream Ended…

Immediately the dream ended. Upon awakening, I knew that not all souls want to be prayed for. A token few like where they are at. They do not want to be helped along. They want to roam in limbo. It was a revelation to me. I have no idea who she was but, apparently, we worked for the same company at one time. Also, I feel for me the “three” cats meant safety, a sort of security, like home. As you can read, this was an Indepth dream, with a clear message for me. And I didn’t fail to receive it!

“COME PLAY”

Creepy true story about ghost kid!

As I was in the huge backroom warehouse of a big box retailer. I noticed a small huddle of employees starting to gather near me. This almost always means a meeting, announcement or orientation is about to begin. Which means for me, relocate or I’d be intruding. But no, the night crew was gathering around a story telling employee. First it began with the crew counting all of the people that died at the store during business hours! There were two in the parking lot. One was found in his car after several days of missing work. Finally, someone recognized his car. Peered into the window to find him slumped. The second was a customer who overdosed in his car. Security noticed during a night patrol. The next was a co-worker on lunch break. The storyteller goes on to say: “I was sitting right next to him. He had his head down on his hands on the table. I thought he was sleeping. Thirty minutes after he didn’t come back from lunch, the assistant manager had me go look for him.” He was still there sitting at the table, head on hands. Then there was the customer, who had a massive heart attack in the shopping aisle and died on the scene.

But the real eerie tale began when the storyteller said – “That ain’t nothing wait till you hear this-“

“Come Play”….then he recounts HIS story. When I was eight years old, I moved into a three story townhome in (Midwest Small City) with my Mom, Dad and 13 year old sister. My room had the door which led up to the 3rd floor, which was basically he attic. Mom and Dad kept it shut, it was drafty and the steps were steep. Well, soon enough I would wake up late at night hearing the attic door open. There would be a little boy standing there. I wasn’t scared. This happened many times, it seemed almost nightly. I’d fall asleep most nights. I’d wake up to see him playing with my toys on the floor. He would say : “Come play.” Several times I’d hear the door open. He would be at my bed and say: “Come play.” Then he’d disappear. But most nights I’d wake up and he’d be waiting for me on the floor with my toys.”

I had to press him for details – this was the best ghost story, and I hate creepy dead kids! I asked him what did he do?! He said – “I played toys with him till I got too sleepy! He stayed playing while I crawled in bed and fell asleep. So I asked what happened then? ”Well, once at breakfast I finally mentioned how the boy kept me up late playing.” My sister freaked she did not believe me, thought I was making things up to scare her, trying to get another room, all kinds of things. Mom and Dad waved it off. So…I finally convinced her (his sister) to stay in my room for a few nights and see what happens.”

It Happened – the first few nights nothing. ”She was ready to call my bluff, but still stayed in my room. Then it happened. She heard the door open. They boy came up to the bed. As she laid there, he put his hand on her leg and said: “Come Play!” He disappeared. But she SCREAMED and ran out of there!”

So then what happened?! I asked. ”Oh it was a big deal, we only stayed there a little while longer and then moved. To this day me and my sister still talk about it.”

Me too! “Come Play!” Creepy dead kids playing at night…