I am one of those fellows who has no problem falling asleep, and when I am asleep, there are very few things that can wake me. Thunderstorms, wind, music, lights ? all have no effect on the quality of my sleep; yet, I would jump up from bed and be wide-awake within seconds, whenever Mardai called my name. Her voice did not have to be loud; just a whisper of ?John? would do it.

One night, I went to bed around eleven p.m. and began to read. Becoming tired, I didn't want to continue, so I put my book away. I must have fallen asleep immediately, because the next thing I remembered, I was sitting up in bed wide-awake. Someone had called my name. I looked at the clock and it read 3:00 a.m. The voice sounded exactly like Mardai's, and instinctively I turned to look for her next to me, but alas, she was not there. Could it be, I mused, that in moments of great stress, loved ones reach across dimensions to comfort and help us? There have been many recorded incidents of this nature, so I always tried to keep an open mind.

Perhaps Mardai was attempting to make contact with me. The voice was so real to me that I remained awake for a long while, alternately feeling joyful and sad. Although I felt a calming presence in the room, I neither saw nor heard anything else. Meandering through memories of Mardai, I finally fell asleep. And as I slept, I dreamed.

In the dream I saw Mardai in a small Caribbean village, the type of village we liked to visit when she was alive. Wearing a beautiful, yellow sundress, she seemed to be no older than her mid-twenties, and though she smiled,there was an air of sadness about her. I walked up to her and said, ?It's good to see you, honey!? In my dream, I knew that she had died. We spoke for a while, and then I said, ?Where you are now must be so different from where I am.?

?Yes, it certainly is,? she replied.

?You must have access to so much information that we don't have,? I continued.

?Yes, of course,? she said sweetly.

?Will you help me to learn some of it?? ?Yes. I'll be happy to do that,? she said.

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