Path of a Spirit

From: Glenn Kreisberg (cliffrover@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Boston, MA
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jun 13 16:53:45 2007

While living and working in Boston the summer of 1998 I had a dream, connected to an incident, both of which affected me strongly. My girlfriend was spending the night at my apartment in Burlington and we both went to bed at midnight.

I fell right into a deep sleep but was shortly awakened abruptly by a very short dream I had. At the foot of the bed on the TV was a clock radio. When I was awakened I glanced at the clock and it read 1:20am. I had been asleep for a little over an hour when I had this dream which is unusual in itself as most of us dream towards the end of our sleep cycle just before waking up.

The dream lasted only a few seconds and went something like this: I’m standing on the top of a cliff next to someone I don’t know. We look across the way to another cliff top across a body of water. A person appears on the opposite cliff top. Almost immediately we see the person fall over the cliff edge and hit the ground near waters edge. The image in the dream switches to a close up of the person on the ground next to the water, obviously very injured. I turn my head to the person standing next to me and say the words “they’re really hurt, we need to get help”. With those words I’m woken up and wide awake. I glance at the clock, see it’s 1:20am, tell myself “that was weird” and after about a half hour or so, I manage to fall back asleep. I awake the next morning at 7 am, not remembering my dream, and by habit turned on the TV at the foot of the bed to check the traffic report.

In 1998 Boston was in the middle of the “Big Dig” highway project, so to avoid horrendous traffic watching the traffic report was essential. Lying there in bed as the TV came on, I tuned to the local news channel and was confronted with the top local news story: A 19 year old teen had fallen to his death at Quincy Quarries at 1:20am early that morning. The footage showed a litter with a body in it being carried out of the quarry by rescue workers. I immediately knew I had witnesses this incident in my dream that night.

In fact, as a rock climber I had climbed at Quincy Quarries on a number of occasions and once the news story identified the location I knew I recognized the site from my dream.

From the news story it appeared the teen had slipped and fallen while drinking with some friends in the quarry during a late night party; something that was not an isolated incident it turns out.

This incident, more than any other in my life has reassured and convinced me that the spirit survives the physical body. And, that upon death the spirit is release to travel trough space en route to some unknown destination (the spirit realm?).

When I told my girlfriend what had occurred, she blew my mind by telling me that she too saw someone die in her dream that night. She said she had a very disturbing dream of being back at the kibbutz where she was raised and seeing, up close from a hiding place, commandos shoot and kill terrorists infiltrating the kibbutz, something that had never occurred. It shook her up so much she barely heard what I had told her of my dream.

As an engineer I felt very apprehensive telling this story to anyone, including friends, family or coworkers and it took some time before I was comfortable relating it to anyone.

In my minds eye, I feel, I saw the energy of the dead teen’s life force traveling in a wave outward from where he had fallen and feel that energy had an effect on the energy of our unconscious mind by, somehow shaping the thoughts that created the dreams we had.