The Dorothe Ford stood next to William Street inside his own church while a visiting priest

performed their marriage rights.

It was November 27 of 1667 in South Poole, a village in Devon, England, and the church

was packed.

Most people hadn't actually expected the wedding to take place so they'd all come out to

witness the miracle.

They hadn't doubted it because William Street had been the rector of their own parish.

They hadn't doubted the couples love for each other or that street was 66 years old

and they certainly hadn't doubted it because the original wedding date had been postponed.

They doubted it because William Street had died a year and a half earlier in a writing

accident.

His funeral was followed by a series of community dreams.

Multiple people in South Poole began to have nightmares and all of them were eerily similar.

In each street himself would appear and tell them that he couldn't find peace.

Only his wedding could do that.

After months of this, with dozens of people reporting the same dream like demands from their

dead clergymen, the village relented.

The church was decorated for a wedding.

Streets coffin was exhumed and Dorothy stood beside it while the priest married them.

The afterward, street was re-married and the vision stopped.

Dreams are a funny thing, aren't they?

We don't always remember them when we wake up but when we do, they often leave us feeling

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