It was a cold, dark and windy night.

For some strange reason, I was in a very old, rickety farmhouse in the countryside, outside of Melbourne. There were cracks on the wall and some eerie forces outside trying to get in. I was desperately trying to close the doors and seal the cracks. The wall panels were wood and I could see some crazy light going on outside.

At some point, I realised I was dead. I realised I was in fact, my own spirit. I was floaty and non-existent.

And then I realised, I had to make it to Jean’s wedding. So I tried to ring her… but somehow it was really difficult trying to use my phone. It just wouldn’t dial properly. Then I remembered that Val was there too. So I rang Val… and managed to get her. I wanted so much to tell her how freaked out I was that I was a ghost. I used to be able to tell Val anything. I don’t know if I did actually tell her. I think I did. I then asked if I could get a ride to the venue and we arranged to meet at a certain time. 2:30 pm, I remember she said.

Do ghosts need to ride in cars? I wonder if I could have just floated there or something. Maybe that was why Val said something like, “Oh, you need a ride to the venue?”, like she was surprised I even asked. LOL.

Woke up in a very weird headspace. Not entirely pleasant. Maybe it would have been more fun if I tried to fly.