This morbid thread reminds me of a disturbing dream I had last year whilst I was living in London...It was the most profound dream I ever had in my life. It was a dream where I was going to die very soon; it did not give a date or time, but still, it was both disturbing and poignant...
In my dream, I somehow knew that I was going to die very, very soon. It took place in the present time frame. Most of my family (I have 9 siblings, plus many nieces and nephews) and many of my friends had gathered at Mom's home in Fort Wayne, IN
. My heart was very heavy, as I had to tell everyone at this gathering that my death was very imminent, most likely within days. When I announced this, everyone was just stunned into silence. (I am very close to Mom and the rest of my family and friends, so this hit everyone hard.) Everyone just sat there in the large family room in silence, trying to process this news in their own way--some fiddled with items in their hands, etc.
Mom finally spoke up--she asked me if I would play a very special piece for her on the piano (I am a lifelong pianist, and Mom just loves my playing very much). The dream didn't specify which song, but most likely it may have been "In Paradisum" from Faure's Requiem--it would most likely have fit the somber mood. I have played that solemn piece in past occasions when I was getting ready to leave one place and move on to another, leaving dear friends behind.
It came to pass, only a few days later, I died, and my funeral was held at my Baptist church where I've attended my entire life since my early childhood. I (my soul) stood outside the front doors of the church, as the pallbearers (some of whom were brothers of mine) carried my casket slowly and solemnly out to the hearse. Just behind the hearse was Mom's Volvo station wagon (which she and I loved, and named "Greta").
As Mom came out behind my casket, she saw me (my soul) standing there by "Greta" the station wagon. She was the ONLY one who saw me, and she came over to me. Somehow, through our telepathic bond, we agreed that I should take the wheel and she sit in the passenger seat. Soon enough, my funeral procession started to leave my hometown church for the last time. I took the wheel of the station wagon (with my dear Mom beside me), and we headed out behind the hearse.
The funeral procession had not gone very far, when Mom and I decided (through telepathic communication between us) that we should take a long, last scenic drive together, before I went on to Heaven. So, with me (my soul) at the wheel of "Greta", we peeled away from the funeral procession and went on one long, last scenic drive through the northern Indiana countryside, and spent as much time together as we could for the last time, enjoying our strong mother-son bond. God had apparently allowed me to return to Earth temporarily to spend some time with Mom, as He knows we are very close (and inseparable).
That's when I sat bolt upright in my bed in London and asked God, "Are you trying to tell me something??"
To this day, that dream still stands out to me as vividly as the night I had it. It was at the same time, both disturbing and quite poignant.
I'm still trying to figure out what message God was giving me through that dream!
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made... (Psalm 139:14)