I read a lot of things on this site which have scared me, mostly because I am a believer, and I have experienced a few things myself which have also left me scared. But this is a story about something nice, appeasing.
Some of you may remember the crash of Swissair flight 111 in Sept. 1998. It crashed near Halifax and was a daily flight linking Geneva to New York. I live in Geneva and pretty much everyone I know knew someone on that flight. Geneva is a small town and it was a hard blow to everyone here. I personally had two friends on that flight. One of them, which I will name Harry for the purpose of this story, was not a particularly good friend of mine, but someone who had been in the same classes as me in high school for 5 years. He was based in New York and I had seen him again only 3 months before the crash at a school reunion. When the crashed happened I found out the following morning. For some reason I was extremely affected by his death, more than I thought I should be 'allowed' to. After all it wasn't as if we were very close buddies, in fact we spent most of our time arguing =)
Why was I so sad? And more importantly, why for so long? People around me started feeling better and I would still feel terrible. I remember having nightmares constantly for something like 3 months. Any case, to the point, one night I had this dream where I was back in high school. The school bell had rung and everyone ran out as they usually do to get to their next class or whatever. I came out of one building with some of my friends to go into another building. As I entered the second building I saw this 'glow' coming from a corner of the main corridor. I went toward it and there was Harry, simply standing there (or was he floating 2cm from the ground, I can't really say). I spoke to him. Not much. I just said, 'Hey, it's you. I've been sad about you, you know. I've been having a lot of nightmares since what happened', and all he did was smile and reply, 'I know, but it's ok now'... Then he was gone.
So, maybe it was just me, my brain and I wishing to put an end to my turmoil, but all I can say is there was something very soothing about speaking to him and the minute I woke up I felt very appeased and convinced that Harry was happy, and I no longer had nightmares related to this story.