I've always heard that you're not supposed to see yourself die in your own dreams, but last night proved to be the exception to the case for me. Actually I’ve seen myself die in a dream before, but this dream was very disturbing, because it just kept going on and on.

George Hamilton (yes, the 'actor') was driving me around in a convertible. Not sure why GH was in my dream, but I seemed to be familiar with him enough to tell him that he was driving too wild. Turns out that I was right and we crashed and rolled into a ditch.

I saw my dead mangled body outside of the car in a ditch.

Then I saw myself (it was like watching a movie) walk away from my body and GH walking away from his. I was angry with him and told him that he should have been paying attention. Just like in a movie, my 'spirit' looked fine- no scratches or blood, but in the background I could see my body.

In the next 'scene', I walked up to a co-worker (someone that I don't really know all that well) and said hello. He looked at me, very surprised, and said, "I thought you were dead". I told him that I was dead, but I was visiting people and he was on my list. I was interrupted by people who were trying to confuse me. I don't remember what it was they were doing, but I remember that they were frustrating me on purpose and I ran away from them.

My next 'visit' was to my home. My husband wasn't there, but I saw several flower arrangements on one of the tables. There was also a card on the table, so I opened it. The card was a sympathy card to my husband for his loss OF ME.

It was then that I cried, and I guess I was really crying, because I woke up sobbing in tears.

Again, very disturbing, and not sure what to make of this dream.