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A long time ago I vaguely knew a man who committed suicide. That is, I hardly knew him at all. May have met him only once or twice. I had a tremendously vivid dream about him one night. In that dream I met him. He knew he had passed, and was content about it. He seemed quite happy and relaxed. He told me he was learning to play the guitar which was what he really wanted to do. Someone was teaching him.
Some time later I spoke to someone who had known this man better. They said he had always wanted to learn to play the guitar but had never got round to it.
I had not known that at all at the time of the dream.
So what did that mean? I don't know....I take it on face value. This guy had committed suicide but was okay. I had no clue what his work might be beyond that, of course, or what 'next life' he might choose. That wasn't my business anyway. But he was quite okay.
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