Years ago I had a dream of dying. I was parked in my car with the door open in front of my duplex. A man came up from behind and stabbed me in the heart. I slumped over the wheel and my spirit raised out of my body through the roof of the car...looking back at my lifeless body. I floated into my house, then around, not knowing what to do exactly and then woke up.

Oddly enough, the next day (in real life)...I had an appointment with a deep tissue masseuse. As she began she said, "oh, you look too young to have had heart surgery". I asked why she said that. She said because of the scar on my chest. I have never to this day seen anything that looked like a scar on my chest.