I Talk to Dead People, Part Four: Rev. Brooks Visits

If the previous posts about talking to/with dead people haven’t scared you away yet, read on.


I’m not shy about revealing that I talk to dead people. I’m asleep and dreaming at the time, so it’s not like I could MAKE them stop, now is it? I remember my dreams best first thing in the morning. People that want to say something for me to remember, say it then.

There are “just” dreams. Then there are communication dreams. When talking to people in Heaven, I can feel the difference. “Just” dreams are entertaining. Communication dreams are more personal. Quite often people give me encouragement before I start my day.

So, several months back I was visiting my parents. When I had a quiet moment, I asked Mom, “Did I mention I talked to Reverend Brooks?”

“Um, no, you didn’t,” Mom answered. Mom looked a little nervous, but she waited to see what I said next. I wondered how many years he’s been dead now, but didn’t stop to ask at that moment. It probably wasn’t a good time to ask.

“Well, I dreamed I was at Rhett Avenue watching a service. Rev. Brooks was the minister. His sermon was about the Pilgrims and how they were seeking religious freedom. Afterwards, he walked to the narthex and he talked to me. He was happy and relaxed. I guess he would be, since he’s in Heaven and all that. I woke feeling really positive.”

I spent a minute telling Mom about minor details of the dream, but those were unimportant. The first minister I can remember, the man that married my parents, took time out of his busy schedule in Heaven to give me words of encouragement as I started my day.

GOD bless Reverend David Brooks. One day we will meet again.