When I was a kid, I had a friend by the name of Jim Hepworth, first knew him in elementary school, then he moved away, and then some years later moved back into the neighborhood.

     After school he went into the army.  I had bad feelings about it.  Later he returned but with the news that he had a grapefruit sized cancerous tumor in his stomach.

     He underwent chemotherapy and the tumor was highly responsive and was eliminated.  However, they told him at the time there was about a 20% chance that the chemotherapy itself could induce a secondary cancer.

     A couple of years later he developed lymphoma.  He came and visited me and told me he expected to have about two weeks left to live and was going on a trip to say goodbye to friends he met while in the army.  He did not return from the trip.

     However, before he left he told me if there was a way to contact me from after death he would.

     After he died, I had a series of dreams.  In these dreams he would come to the door of my apartment.  I’d answer the door and ask him how could he be here as he was dead?  He would tell me don’t worry about it, he was okay, and to just enjoy the time we had together.

     The dreams had a reality to them that was very much like the precognitive dreams I have had which come as little snippets of time in the future that I know I will eventually relive.

     These dreams went on for several months and then in one dream he told me, this was the last time he could come to me, and it was.  Never again did he appear in a dream.

     At 56, I’ve lost much family and friends to death and never have any of them ever come back to me in a dream except for Jim.