Don't Tell Your Dreams Before Breakfast

Recently I told Adam, "We leave. We re-group.  We come back."  He replied, "You say that with such conviction."  I asked him if he believed in an after life or if he really thought this was it.  He said, "I don't know but I'm not sure if I'll ever sound as convincing as you do in whatever I believe."
Since that time I've wondered what brought me to that conviction. 
Maybe, I've been witness or know without doubt the truth of witnesses of an after life on more occasions than most.
I was raised in the South, and the South is soulful without even trying.  It's in our habits, our food, our love.  It's in the way we greet the dawn and sleep through the night.  God was as much of a part of my life as my family and friends.  I was always aware of his presence.  I have found that the atheists that I've known are high intelligent.  I guess I'm just not that smart.
I have seen ghosts.  I have seen spirits.  I have seen a few demons. 
I tease that I've danced with the Devil and put back shots of Jack with Jesus but that just makes for a good story.
My Nanna taught me to believe in Heaven and Hell and nothing in between and yet, she was superstitious.  She believed that you should never tell your dreams before breakfast.  This was a rule and one we were taught to follow.  To tell a dream before breakfast would make it come true.
Nanna is the oldest of six children.  As a newly wed, the youngest of her siblings would often spend summers with her and Grandpa Jones. 
One summer morning, the smell of breakfast woke Joe and Linda.  Joe who was around age 9 said, "Barbara, I dreamed Gene was dead."  Gene was their brother..young, handsome 20 year old Gene just out of the Army and who was to begin a new job in Charlotte on Monday.  My Nanna reminded Joe of the rule and said to speak no more of it.
Half an hour later, the phone rang.  Gene had died in a one car accident the night before.
Forty or more years later, I heard Joe tell the story of his dream of Gene. 
He said that Gene came to him and took him to a room where there was a coffin.  When Joe looked inside the coffin, Gene was lying there.  Gene said, "Now Joe, that's not me.  That's just my body.  I don't want you to be afraid.  It's not really me."
Did Joe have a premonition or was he truly visited by Gene that night?
I believe it was an older brother preparing a younger brother.
Of course, that's just what I believe.