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Ghosts | Dec 12 2003

I dreamed I died and became a ghost. It was a lot like the movie Sixth Sense. I was the Bruce Willis character, except I knew a lot more than Bruce Willis did, having seen the movie Sixth Sense.

Just like in the movie, there was a little boy who could see me and who told me I was dead. I remember being amazed by this, because I hadn’t believed in ghosts when I was alive. Which is true: I don’t believe in ghosts. However my friend kfan does, or at least I think he does, so in the dream I hatched the plan to email him and mess with his head a little, particularly since he once wrote a story about receiving emails from dead people.

Then I had what seemed like an important insight. It was that ghosts only mess with people who believe in ghosts, because otherwise it’s not as much fun. I figured I would tell kfan this in my email, perhaps in a p.s., but the little boy said I wasn’t allowed to send emails to anyone or even have an email account, because of problems with ghosts writing spam.