I woke up to a spirit flying above me in the middle of the night. It was touching me too. I was so fascinated, but couldn't keep my eyes open for long. I wouldn't mind being greeted by this being again. I'd like to converse with the nice "person". I know that this is supposedly part of my illness, but I don't buy it. It is kind of ignorant to say that there is nothing after we depart from the fleshly cages that we all know as our bodies. I would love to chill with the ghost. I certainly don't have much else to do with my time. I think it's kind of cool actually. It's like smoke, yet bright enough that it is visible in the dark. Cool, cool, cool. I wonder who it is. The being's touch was tender, so I know it wasn't trying to harm me.



