I am a dreamer. Every morning I wake up from a dream of some sort. Some are strange dreams, some are scary, and some are realistic. Thursday morning I woke up crying from a very strange, scary and very real dream. I’ve never had a dream that felt so real. My whole body was racking and shaking as I sobbed. I cried all morning while trying to get ready for work and I cried most of the day at work. I’ve never had a dream that effected me so much. Here it is…
The first thing I remember about my dream is that my family was all around. Family that I haven’t seem since I was a little girl. Everyone was there. I was sick. Not only was I sick, but I was dying. My funeral was being planned around me. Things were being lined up for when I passed. Everyone was waiting for me to die. Family members were taking turns telling me how much they loved me and telling me “good-bye”. I was also telling everyone that I loved them. I remember time was getting close. Some men brought in a casket and opened it and were preparing it for when it was time to put me in. I remember my breath becoming short. It was harder and harder to draw a deep breath. And finally I was only panting. I remember telling everyone around me that I needed to lay down, and that it was almost time. I was not scared in my dream. It seemed that I was at peace and so was everyone else. Some were crying, but it was not tears of sorrow. I remember laying down and my breath grew even shorter. I looked over to my Grandleria and said, “It’s my time to give up the ghost”.
Then I woke up.
Just to simply say that I cried when I woke up would be a complete understatement. I sobbed much like my three year old son does when he is scared. I believe my husband was scared too. He’s never seen me cry like that. I don’t think I’ve cried like that since I was a child.
So my day was very emotional. I couldn’t do anything for thinking about my dream and then I would start crying all over again. I was not scared of dying. I know where I’ll go when it’s my time. I had so many feelings going on inside me I didn’t know what to do.
Well, I called mother. Thank God for my mother. I asked mother if she could interpret my dream…as if she is an interpreter. She said she didn’t know what it meant but she gave me the following scripture which helped me .:
So whatever you are going through, Do not fear. God is with you. He will not leave nor forsake you. It may seem like you are drowning. It may seem like the fire is getting hotter. It may seem like the walls are getting higher. He’s still there and He cares for you. Do not fear, for He is with you. He will strengthen you and help you. He will uphold you. Do not be dismayed for He is your God. You are His child and He loves you!