A Most Beautiful Dream

I want to share with you all the most beautiful dream I've ever had and also disturbing.  I had this dream in August of 2005 and to this day it still gives me chills.  I tell it often but this is the first time it's in print.  I was a ghost in an old two storey house.  I dwelled in the attic which had few items used by the living.  The house wasn't abandoned.  A young girl named Stephanie lived there alone.  She was too young to own a house so big so she must have been independently wealthy.  I watched her every day.  She was the only company I kept and one I felt comfortable to have around.  She was never aware of my presence.  There was a sadness to her that added to veil of mystery.  Her blond locks of hair begged to be touched.  I would often stand next to her and watch her walk past me.  I could never touch her soft skin.  She never went outside and no one ever came to visit.  No one ever called her on the phone and she never called anyone.  I felt sorry for her but that feeling turned into attraction.  I watched her so often that I felt myself falling in love with her but I was torn by death from ever being in her presence.

I knew her every habit.  I knew which room I could find her at any moment day or night.  As often as I watched her the knowledge that I'd never be with her grew stronger and so did my feelings for her.  The weeks I spent with her felt like a lifetime but one day changed all of that.  My rest was disturbed by constant pounding.  I moved from the attic and found construction workers tearing down the walls.  My heart sank in horror at what I saw.  I knew Stephanie was leaving and that I'd never see her again.  My love and desire for her was so strong that it brought me to life and I stood there in physical form.

I wandered throughout the house looking for her.  The construction crew was never aware of my presence and they seemed to move I slow motion.  Stephanie was no where in the house.  I began to panic thinking that she may have left and I never got the chance to tell her how I felt.  I found my way back into the attic and there she was laying on a mattress on the ground.  My God...With my physical eyes she was even more beautiful than that which I saw through the spirit.  She was sleeping like a doll.  I crept up to her trying not to disturb her rest.  I knelt beside her eager just to feel her flesh against my hand.  She must have felt my presence because she woke up startled.  Sitting up quickly were made eye contact.  There was hesitation between us.  "Do you know me?" I asked her.  She shook her head.  "I'm the one who loves you." I finally spoke with tightness in my throat from swelling emotions.  I moved to brush my hand against her face but I fell in shock when my hand went through her.  It was at this moment when I realized that she had been dead all along.  Again I was torn from my love by death.

When I woke from this dream I began studying it immediately searching for meaning.  I then began to realize that there were clues she had been dead.  The dream had been hinting at this all along and I didn't realize it until the end.  This was only half the story.  Two weeks after this dream I saw Stephanie on the flesh.  The girl I had dreamed about got hired by my company.  This had to be more than mere coincidence.  Against my better judgment I pursued her.  The conversation was always one sided but I knew she was shy.  Fate turned in my favor when she was placed to work with me.  For two hours I made attempts to talk to her but she never held up a conversation.  I gave her a flower before she left but I later found that flower on the ground smashed.  That was the last time I saw her.  She quit shortly thereafter.  What could it all have meant?