I am a musician and a very spiritual person, so what happened to me is not surprising. I went to sleep one night, and had a dream that I was racing down the freeway on a motorcycle. Suddenly I found myself on the wrong side of the freeway, and I crashed and died. The funny thing was, I wasn't scared and I felt no pain. I just thought, "Oh well, I died..." Like, "Oh well, my coffee got cold..." Or, "Oh well, I stubbed my toe..." Very casual.
Then I found myself in a conversation with Jimi Hendrix. He was seated on the floor on pillows at a long, low, middle-eastern style table. Everything was middle-eastern themed. The pillows and draperies were all very colorful. We were talking casually when he said, "There is no past, present, or future. You are here now. Wake up..." And I woke up! Completely and fully. I was totally 100% awake. I couldn't believe it. I dropped to my knees and started crying. I knew what was happening. I had been waiting for that moment my whole life.
I looked up and realized that it was really Jimi and I ran over to him and threw myself on him and hugged him and wept. I just grabbed him and cried and cried. I asked him if it was really him and he said, "It's really me..." The dream continued and not once did I go back into a dream state.
The next part of the dream was that we were sitting on the floor together and talking very casually and hanging out at this party in this middle-eastern style house. I just figured, what the hell. It's really Jimi and I'm just going to have fun! This is great! I was so shocked that I wasn't even concerned with asking him any questions or anything. I was just too amazed to be doing anything other than just being there.
Then he wanted me to meet some people so we got up and he introduced me to a blond girl named Kathy, her boyfriend, and another guy. I hugged them all. Then Jimi said, "Look. I finally did it. I reunited us..." I take that to mean that we were all a very important spiritual team that have been working together before. We were all talking and then suddenly Jimi was gone. I looked around in fear because I thought I may have been falling back into a non-lucid dream state and so I started calling out "Jimi! Jimi!" But one of the guys that was standing in the group said, "No, he's not gone. He's hiding his ties..." And we looked and he had taken this handful of scarves, the kind he would tie around his head and legs and arms and had gone to hide them.
Apparently it was an inside joke amongst Jimi's friends to hide anything he set down because he always lost things. Which is actually one of his real-life traits according to the biographies I have read! So he had just bought these ties before he had come to the party and he wanted to make sure he didn't lose them and that none of his friends would "steal" them and hide them as a joke. So the four of us in the little group thought it would be funny to go find out where he was hiding them, and then at the end of the night when he would go back to get them they would be gone!
So we went sneaking through this house and we get to the end of a hallway and we hear someone rustling in the living room and we think it's him, so we're all giggling and one of the guys is peeking down the hallway, and I'm like, "Is it him?" And he looks and he's whispers, "No! It's not, go back..." And we're all laughing our asses off and then I look down this other hallway past the laundry room and out the back door window, I see Jimi stuffing his scarves in the freezer of this green refrigerator that is sitting unplugged outside the garage. Then he sees me and ducks and runs! So I'm like, "He saw me!" To everyone and we all run out the front door knowing that he's about to "get" us. And so I run through the front door laughing my butt off, I was so weak with laughter that I could barely get the door open.
I go out on the front lawn and I running and laughing and I see Jimi tearing around the side of the house and I'm like "Ahhh!" And I actually woke myself up because I was physically laughing. Crazy huh! And even crazier is that the next day I found a turquoise cross necklace that had been lost for months. I have always called it my "Jimi cross" because I bought it because it reminded me of him. When I just popped up out of nowhere I couldn't believe my eyes.
Obviously it really was Jimi's spirit... I finally met him and he let me know it was really him in more than one way!