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THE CHILD POINTS THE WAY
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Homeward Bound
Messages about Life after Death
When I was a child and continuing through adolescence and young adulthood, I had a recurring nightmare. Five or six times each year I would have the same general dream, even if the specific details were changed. I would be riding along on a two-lane road in a car. Sometimes I would be driving a car and at other times I would be a passenger. The car would come to a bridge and go racing across. Halfway across the bridge I would shudder to see that the bridge was out. The car would go plummeting straight downward in a dive toward the water. And I would be screaming.

