I used to work in music and toured with this band. The guitarist (Josh) of the band’s best friend (Matt) had died a couple years back. He always talked about the kid and he seemed like a great guy. Josh always had this recurring dream where Matt was standing on this abandoned street which, supposedly, was metaphorical for purgatory. Josh had all these conversations with Matt in these dreams and because he had overdosed unexpectedly, he felt like his spirit was not able to move on. At the end of the dreams, Matt would take a bulb from the street light on the street they were standing in the middle of. Josh described these dreams in extreme detail and I could pretty much picture what the street looked like.
Fast forward to about 6 months into touring with these guys. They were huge Bright Eyes fans and wanted to stop in Cassadaga, Florida (Bright Eyes’ singer wrote an album there and it’s a really creepy, spiritual medium place.) It might be worth noting that 6/7 of the people I was with are all atheists. So we drive into Cassadaga around 2 or 3 am and drive around. Suddenly, this big black dog comes in the middle of the road and just stops and looks at us. The guys in this band were weird as fuck and were saying things like “Follow the dog! It’s trying to show us something!” And in my mind, I’m just thinking they are all fucking idiots.
We follow this dog for a few blocks, as it was walking pretty slowly. All of the sudden, we turn a street and the dog bolts. We try to speed up but Josh says “Stop the fucking van. This is it.” We are all confused and he gets out of the van and looks around. “This is it. This is the street in my dreams.” We hang out for about 15 minutes and from the way he described the street, from having houses on the left to a park on the right, it was definitely the street. As we get in the van, a street light goes off and we just drive off. He claims he never had anymore dreams about it, as that was closure on everything.
One night about 2 years ago my brother and I were sitting in our living room watching TV. Our 15-year-old Border Collie was downstairs sleeping, and the door was closed. We were the only ones home. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something black walk between our two chairs and into the kitchen, about as high as my waist. A few seconds later, my brother looks up at me and says “Did you see that?” and we both explained that we saw what looked like our dog. We looked in the kitchen and he wasn’t in there. So we went downstairs to check on him and he was just barely warm – he had passed away probably an hour ago.
My younger sister was 3 and started laughing/pointing at the corner of our living room. When my mother asked her what she was laughing at, she said “Grandad and Bourbies.” She was less than a year old when my grandad died and had never met our dog ‘Bourbon’ who was nicknamed Bourbies.
Also we had a black lab who would just bark at the same corner regularly and refused to lay there for years.
I don’t believe in ghosts etc but that was some strange stuff.