When I was a little kid, I used to have recurring dream about an old, white house, bricks painted white, with thin, black trim, rows of windows on one side and a fire escape. It's obviously a very, old house. I dreamed about climbing up a corridor staircase, white, with a window on the left and felt like it was part of the same house.

By the end of my dream, I'm outside looking at the house, rows of windows and it's slightly gray, green and drizzly outside. In the window, is a figure and that figure is me as a little girl. I'm somehow outside, looking at myself looking out the window and that me is unaware that I can see her.

Oddly enough, I was never frightened in this dream. I asked my Mother repeatedly if we'd visited a place that matched the description and she said she didn't think so. I figured it was from some movie I saw but lost my memory of.

Fast forward decades and I'm in a particularly old section of a town and pull into what looks like back parking lot to one of hose dinky, country post offices. On my right, I see a river and a field, so I start turning around, when all of a sudden, my right wheel sinks into a massive, mud hole that just looked like a shallow puddle in the light.

I get out and start trying to dig out. I turn to my left and realize where I am: I'm looking at the back of that old, white house, perfectly matching the one from my recurring dream from childhood. I can't tell if it's vacant or no one' home. Two guys help me jack my car out and I head home.

Come to find out, after a little researching, that house was an inn in the 1700's and is supposedly very haunted. A disabled woman became pregnant, supposedly drowned her child and went to trial for it and was later hanged. Some people claim to see the ghost of a young woman in colonial garb walking up and down the old highway at night. I don't know if I subconsciously learned about this house but I swear, it was my first, conscious time seeing it from back there.

Also, my Aunt rented a room on the farm of Michael Ross' parents in the 70's and she lived there alone. One night, she heard someone struggling to get into her door, tugging at the doorknob, so she called out her boyfriend's name, pretending to be asking him to check the door and the tugging stopped. This was before anyone knew Ross was a killer.

I've also had some vivid dreams but no ghostly experiences. The most vivid dream I had was, oddly enough, about the actor River Phoenix before I even had any idea who he was. It was so intense, it was like an oil painting. No, it wasn't sexual. In my dream, I was looking from behind myself and I'd fallen asleep on my bed.

My lamp was on and he was just sitting there, looking at me with this funny look of embarrassed compassion. It's the only way I can describe it. Then he leans in and kisses me in a non-sexual way and it felt like The Universe was rushing through me.

It was the most intense feeling of rapture I've ever felt. I had no idea who this beautiful man was who was as vivid as an oil painting but as goofy as it sounds, he felt like a kind of angel. That's how intense it was. I've only had a similar kind of intense dream, where my entire dream was me soaring through The Cosmos.

All very weird.