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Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 16:31:53 -0800 (PST)
Location: New Paltz, NY
Although I've always been fascinated by ghost stories, and the like, I've never been terribly sensitive to the paranormal, to the point where I've been to places that are apparantly haunted, but have felt nothing.
However, after my cousin died in 2000, I had an experience that I remember vividly, and which still affects me when I think of it.
My cousin, Joseph Benson Diggins (April 17th 1981--June 24th, 2000) died in a senseless car crash while out with friends. He was in the front passenger seat, and the crash happened when the driver decided to speed through a stop sign, causing them to collide with another car. My cousin Joe hung on for 24 hours, but finally the doctors told my aunt and uncle there was no hope; so they disconnected the wires and breathing machine, and my cousin passed on.
Joe was gone, and I was heartbroken. I was haunted by the fact that he was his parents' only child, while I'm the youngest of three. I couldn't shake the feeling that it would have been more fair if I had died, instead of him. After all, I thought to myself, "I'm extra...If I died, my parents would still have 2 children. My aunt and uncle have no one now".
Then, one night in the fall of 2000, (just a few months after his death) while I was in college, I had what I guess would be called a dream, but it was different from any other dream I've ever had before or since.
This was what I 'dreamt':
I was in one of the Common Rooms in my dorm, and it was filled with random people. All of a sudden I was drawn over to a window, and I looked outside. It was dark out, but right outside the window, I saw my cousin Joe. He was just floating next to a tree, looking in. I said, "Joe, what are you doing out there, I thought you died!" He said, "Yea, I'm just hanging out". Then I remember saying, "Well why are you out there? why aren't you in here?" and he replied, "I can't come in unless you invite me." So I waved my arms and said, "Come in! come in!"
As soon as he was inside, I remember taking him aside, and saying, "I'm so sorry for everything Joe. I'm so sorry". His reply was, "We're cool. I'm fine, don't worry about me". Then he hugged me, and I can still remember vividly being pressed against him, holding him close. I think that's when the dream ended.
At first I didn't want to tell anyone, the dream was to precious to share, but finally I told my mother, and instead of brushing it aside the way I expected her to, she said, "Hmmm. that's interesting". She asked me if I minded if she told her sister (Joe's mom), and I said that I didn't mind as long as she didn't think it would hurt my aunt to hear about it. My mom said she thought my aunt would want to know, so I gave the go-ahead.
About half an hour later, my mom called me back, and asked, "What was Joe wearing in the dream?" I thought back, and answered, "A black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. why?" There was a pause, and my mom then said, "Well, apparantly that's what he was wearing when he died". I hadn't seen Joe in a couple of years, so I had no idea what his clothing looked like, but somehow, in my 'dream' I saw him in the same clothing he was in when the car had crashed.
Joe never visited me again, (though I've always hoped he would). I'm hoping that someday, when it's my turn to go, that Joe will be able to meet me, and I'll be able to see him again. Something tells me he'll be there.