I have dreamed of my teeth falling out a few times.

I used to dream of the most beautiful skyscapes. I would run into the house to get my camera and when I came outside to take a picture, the sunset would be gone. A friend who was a therapist suggested don't run for the camera. Just enjoy the sunset. No more dreams.

I used to dream of loved ones right after they died. They would be standing in front of me saying something but I couldn't hear them because of a loud sound like a plane propeller. It happened with Hb's grandmother, my Dad and my brother.

My brother kept trying and finally got through. He told me "we have to fine tune these frequencies so we can speak better. How I do this, I don't know.

I've had three of the dogs come through after they died.