I was around 30 years old when I saw an apparition which looked exactly like my father, who was in the hospital, critically ill. It was very late, and I was half asleep watching TV in the living room. The apparition appeared in the hall adjoining the living room. I checked my watch, and it was between 12:00 and 1:00 a.m., but I didn't note the exact time. The next morning we were notified that my father had died between 12:00 and 1:00 a.m. I did not then believe in ghosts, and I still don't (except when I suspend disbelief watching ghost movies and such). I think it was a dream of sorts, a hypnogogic image which sometimes occurs between sleeping and waking. There may have been something paranormal about it, but I really don't think I saw a ghost or spirit of the dead.