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As I awoke yesterday, the images of my dream were still burning in my mind. A plane crash? Oh My God, not another one!

In the dream, I was standing on board facing only a few passengers to my left. What was odd to me was the funny looking metal contraptions they seemed to have protruding from their heads. Were they headphones? To my right, a stewardess in a dark suit leaned over a passenger. I noted that her back was turned towards me, and something about that didn’t feel right. Did it signify there was something hidden about this situation?

Closest to me in the front row was a young, handsome man wearing no shirt. He looked so familiar to me, like I knew him. As he gazed towards me, I couldn’t help but notice the look of fear in his eyes. Although he said nothing, his soul seemed to be pleading for my help. Was I being given this information in order to help his soul cross over?

Later that morning a spiritually powerful and dear friend contacted me. I shared the dream with her trying to make some sense of it. She informed me the metal contraptions I had seen might have actually been plane debris as a result of the wreckage. It was all starting to make sense!

A man’s voice then came to me… “Please help us!” I looked up and outside my back door stood the same, young man I had seen in the dream. I walked over to the glass door placing my hands on it, and burst into tears as he did the same on the outside of the door. He said he had known me in Egypt and had tried to save me. The past life connection was so strong, I was sobbing as I spoke to him, thanking him for his valiant effort in that life. He explained to me that he had brought all the passengers with him, because he knew I could help. There were four others with him, three men and a woman. They stood near the portal while we continued to talk. He spoke of his wife and young son and how much he loved them and hoped that somehow, some way I would be able to get this message to them…

As we said our final words to each other, I felt such emotion that he had returned to me in this way. I knew it was time for him to go, as the portal was now full of Angels, Spirit Guides and deceased family members waiting to take all of them home… As he turned and walked towards the portal, the other four passengers were waving at me, thanking me, an Asian man cupping his hands together and bowing. As I began to perform my ritual from inside, I watched as the young man ran back up to the glass blowing one final kiss at me. My tears overflowed once again (as they are now as I write this). He then returned to the portal, waving and telling me he would be watching over me. I watched as his soul ascended to the Heavens, then one by one, each of the other four passengers followed suit…