In 1994, a close friend was very ill with cardiomyopathy, AIDS related. One night he had a most extraordinary dream. He wrote it down, I still have his account. In the dream, he was in his bed, and adjacent to it at the foot of the bed, at right angles, was another bed, on which sat a white clad figure of indeterminate gender. This figure pointed to a book and said to my friend "look at the pictures". The book was full of rather faded photos, and as my friend turned to the end, there was a full colour picture, all lifelike, which, as he stared at it, came to life as his being in it. It was a lovely scene, almost tropical, glorious colours, and a railway station. A train stood there, all new and beautiful, gold trimmed, a Great Western train (my friend loved trains, and the West is where the hero dies to be reborn,like the sun, as Joseph Campbell and Jung explore in depth).It was ready to leave for a glorious horizon. By my friend's side stood a figure "like ET", a kind of guard. This figure pointed to the train and said "don't miss it!". End of dream.
Six weeks, maybe less, he died in hospital, me by his side. Were the words of the extra-terrestrial figure telling him not to miss the fact that he was off soon on a journey? To where or what? The land of death and rebirth of the sun? Was the white clad figure his "daemon" as Anthony suggests? The faded pictures seem to be a kind of life review. The main impication here seems to be that some part of his being knew, was "watching over him", was transcendant to his ordinarly ego-self - Jung's Self, daemon, whatever. The dream certainly suggests continuity - the train was "going somewhere".
