As I emerged from a short but very peaceful lucid dream this morning…I was witnessing the ceaseless unfolding of the infinite moment, as they say, on the shore of a pristine mountain lake…a voice called my name.
“Steve? I can’t remember my name!” Her voice was crystal clear with a mid-west American accent. She sounded older, around my age. I was…in transition…so I did not answer her, but a name came in to my mind…a first and last name. I woke up extremely clear and fully awake…with a third name that I assumed to be her middle name.
I went into my studio and wrote down the three names before journaling the lucid dream along with the two other non-lucids before it. Then I googled her name.
The very first thing that came up was her obituary. That third name was the town where she lived in Missouri. She died on February 29 of this year and her 67th birthday would have been July 4.