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I was born in 1970. My brother, Randy, was five years older than I. He died on February 28, 1982. In February of 1992, Randy came to me in a dream. At the time that I had this experience, I would have been a senior in college. I had been struggling with issues of whether we have a soul, and whether my brother was in a special place.

I dreamed that I was in a snow-covered field, but I wasn't cold. I saw Randy and suddenly I felt very tired and lay down on the ground and went to sleep. Sometime later, I awoke in the field and I looked up and saw him still standing there, watching me. We looked at each other for what seemed like a long time. I saw his face so clearly. He was wearing something red.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I called out his name and said, "Wait just a minute." But he turned and walked away, and disappeared. A few seconds later, I saw a bunch of moving lights in the shape of a body rise up, until it looked like a constellation against the stars in the night sky. Then he whizzed away overhead. I reached out my hand to wave, and I saw his hand raised as he zoomed out of sight.

The overwhelming feeling that I remember from this vivid experience is that of utter peace washing over me: of warmth, of love, not just his love for me, but something much bigger. Without the exchange of words, I received a message that everything was all right. It was so very comforting.