Dear Journal,
It's approximately 11:58 p.m., but I am not currently stationed near any clocks so I have yet to prove this fact. I was nestled in my bed, when I looked at the woman beside me and I got a strange feeling that I was not supposed to be here. I drifted off to sleep in about five minutes (the time here can vary, so don't hold me to this) and was carried away by a very curious dream. My stomach was tightened into a firm knot, and the rate of my heartbeat (180, on a strenuous day) roused a unique but familiar feeling inside of me. I was reminded instantly of my first paranormal encounter, but this was much further than out of this world.
I was in a field of sunflowers, on a warm spring day (my thermometer marked a reading of 82 degrees Fahrenheit), when suddenly I found my rods crossed. Dowsing rods that is. A dark shadow approached me, and as the high energy field manifested before my eyes it took the clear form of a man. His face remained shielded from me, but there was something familiar about the way he wore one shirt over the other, and how his scent reminded me of home (one part Febreeze, two parts potpourri).
I reached my hand out to touch him (I had to verify that he was real) but my lingering fingers never met the form. I woke up in a cold sweat, and after a few rapid sighs I braced myself for a cold shower and a hot cup of coffee. I like my coffee like I like my men: ready to hunt ghosts.
Jason