It's Halloween time!

In honor of my favorite blogger, I thought I would share one of my many ghost stories...
Way back in 2000, I lived in an extremely small apartment in the Jamaica Plain area of Boston with my then boyfriend, and future husband, Chris. We lived across from Forrest Hill Station, which was the last stop on the Orange line. At the end of our street, there was the most beautiful graveyard that I have ever seen, Forrest Hills cemetery. It was filled with wonderful works of art and the most wondrous mausoleums I have ever laid eyes on. Sometimes they even have Art installations there, with all sorts of crazy sculptures and odd formations of objects. One time they had all these billowly dresses hanging from trees, god that was creepy thing to do in a graveyard, even looking at it in the day light.
At it's center there was a small man made pond that swans floated around serenely in, while huge packs of geese milled around it's edges, just waiting for some poor fool to pull anything edible from his pockets. You don't ever want to experience a riot of geese attacking you for your misguided attempt at charity, by feeding some birds with some old, leftover, stale bread. If your smart you'll throw the bread one way and run the other. But that is another story...
Anyways, one night in spring of 2000, I was woken up by Chris from dream. It was a really fucked up dream, consisting of a friend of mine named Renee. Now I had lost touch with Renee in the mid 1990's while I was still in Art School, I'd see her every once in a while, modeling at my school for cash, or around Allston. She started hanging with a more coke and heroin kind of crowd, and I was never into that so we lost touch. We were never super close but had some pretty fun times in High School, getting stoned and drinking. Chris actually dated her for a while.
She eventually overdosed, on a speedball it was rumored, and lapsed into a coma. I think I found out a good couple a months after this had happened, from a friend of a friend. We all in the back of our minds new something like this would happen eventually, she was a risk taker and was extremely unhappy girl. She had a hard life growing up, and she was one of those people who tried to dull the pain with drugs. I never visited her at the nursing home, but some of my friends did , they found it hard to see her like that.
The story gets worse. At some point the hospital orderly starts to rape her secretly, and repeatedly, for months. Eventually she gets pregnant and by the time the doctors find out, she gives birth 4 days later to a brain damaged baby girl. Eventually they catch the orderly with DNA and he's sentenced to 10 years in prison.
Now back to my dream. Renee appears in it, and is fully conscious, telling me "I'm awake, I'm going to be OK" over and over. I feel unbelievably happy and she is smiling at me, dressed in the old hippie clothes she used to wear when we were teenagers. Chris wakes me up, saying I was crying in my sleep. I tell him that I just had this great dream that Renee has woken up from her coma, "wouldn't it be great if this was some sort of premonition, and she wakes up?" I tell him. But Chris seems wierded out, "you were crying pretty loud", and this is from the guy who didn't even wake up when the homeless guy under our porch decided to yell anti-Semitic remarks at his cans at 2am.
The next day Chris' best friend John visits us, and because he knows her and I cant get it out of my head, I tell him about the dream. We all kind of laugh about it and move on to other topics. Sometime later that week, I get a phonecall. Its my friend Ade, "Sara, I've got some bad news for you. I just found out Renee has died."
immediately I ask her when. That's when she tells me that she died that night I had that dream.
I tell her about it, and get that funny response from people that don't believe in that shit, or don't want to believe.
I tell Chris what just happened, and he and I have a WTF moment together. Now I know why it was a happy dream and why I was crying.