Paranormal? Humbug! Well I was a sceptic too, until one stormy night on the coast of Maine I had a violent argument with my father and left our new house in anger and disgust. As I ran down the road past the the old family lodge on the Kennebec Point Pennisula that my great grandfather built, the wires overhead began to glow with a green gaseous plasma. St. Elmos Fire was playing in the wires like it did in the rigging in the novel, Moby Dick. I had never seen this phenomenon before, yet I was familiar with it from what I had imagined while reading Moby Dick in my senior year of high school. I stood there in amazement and then ran back to the new house confused and scared. I passed my drunken father in the door and went to bed. I dreamed a very strange and disconcerting dream that night.

I was at the First Baptist Church in Georgetown, Maine. I was one of six pollbearers in a procession up the steps of the church. The air was still that day and it was hot and humid and everyone felt uncompfortable, but when we carried Dad inside the white curtains flowed like ghosts from the open windows. Many poeple I didn't know spoke of my father's life. I did not speak of or for my father then.

One year to the day I reexperienced this dream in reality and I was equally confused and scared as I was in that dream.

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