I am looking for water to put out a fire.
I accidentally throw water on top of a wall ledge, but the fire is in the room next, I thought it was water, it was actually fire.
In another room with my half brother and sister. At first, I am in a closet looking out. My sister is standing just outside of the closet, near a chest of drawers and a bed. My half brother is sitting on another bed. Closet half open left half side open.
My sister suddenly collapses*. From the way she collapsed and seeing how you can pick up telepatically the feelings and sentiments of the people you see around you in a dream, I knew she had died. I was hysterical.
I then teleported and sat on the bed that my half brother sat upon, he is to my left.
I could not stop crying. I teleported into the hall and clutched onto the open bottom drawer of a chest of drawers, my half brother was to my left, doing the same thing too. I was biting down on the bottom drawer of that chest of drawers, could not stop crying. Waves of intense grief, choked with grief.
To my right, cops in black Police hats with a badge, and light blue short sleeve shirts walk up the stairs, on the left is the stairs going down, the cops are on the landing below that walking up. On the right hand side of the stairway is stairs going up. The room where my sister is is right behind me. The cops go in there.
Teleport to a bus with my half brother, sitting near the back. A spiritual guide is with us, and he says to me, "How would you feel if it was your half brother who died instead of your half sister?" The emotion and thick wall of sadness and grief returned for a second.
Teleport back to that place where my sister is, just outside the room. I sense the cops are still in there looking her over. I wonder what if the cops see my marijuana lying on top of the table. I walk back in there and telepathically infer that the cops would not take the dope off of my table because they did not go there on the pretext of a drug call.
I walk back in the room. A doctor figure is holding two, it looks like those read along cassette books that they stopped making about ten, fifteen years ago, and wires were extending from these things. Apparently they were heart monitors. The doctor puts this to my sister, listens and then said, "No doubt about it, she is dead. But her heart is still beating slightly. Sometimes it takes up to two years for all the body parts to die from a disease."
*My sister suddenly collapses. She leans forward, then rights herself, leans forward, rights herself very quickly in four fast moves, and then at last she falls. I did a reenactment of it.
Very medically accurate, again, a ghost in a dream revealing a very medically accurate detail as if someone who is in a heart attack does not fall down in one crumple like in Hollywood movies, they are, as often as not to fall forward, then try to right itself as if temporarily releaved or else summoning the strength to recover whatever dignity and then another involuntary burst of pain, a last attempt at righting oneself and then the final death collapse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqDod6it6xc
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