I know I would fly around a bit, then go back to my body in a crib.
Speaking of dogs, when I was about ten I had a weird dream, my dog was limping, and the dream was kind of shrouded in a weird fog, like I was looking onto a movie set with those fog machines going.
Next day, my brother slams a door and the dogs foot gets caught, and he's limping.
I was at my Grandfathers funeral, he was a preacher, very religious, read the bible daily.
During the ceremony inside the funeral home, while his fellow preacher is giving the sermon to a packed house in the chapel, his open coffin is there, all of a sudden, a pair of French doors on the side of the chapel bursts open all by themselves.
My uncle says to me,"there he goes".
Unusual for a preacher’s funeral not to be held in his church.