INHen I was a tiny child, my mother hung some really elderly photos in my room. They were my great grandparents (in the Era of the Civil War). My great -grandfather was in his Art Nouveau's outfit. Later that night I “dreamed”, or at least I think it was a dream that I met the spirit of my great grandfather. I walked through the house and I was overwhelmed by a huge coolness, which sent me to my knees along with a sense of fear. Then there was a revelation of my great grandfather. After driving fear, I remember talking to him. I don't remember the details of the conversation, but his name was Caleb. When I woke up in the morning, I told my mother about a dream. Telling her about a dream and what happened, she in turn became white as a sheet, because as it turns out, Caleb was actually the name of my great -grandfather. I have never learned or heard about his name before my dream.
