I had this dream last night... and it was strange to say the least...
In the dream I was at my house with my girl friend, Erin. In the dream we were hanging out and what not, watching television. When something happened, we were suddenly afraid and I had a sense we were under attack. Some how we knew that it was me that was the target.
Suddenly I painfully watch as I dramatically started dissolving. Erin was screaming and crying as it occurred. As it was happening I saw a demon person (I don't think Erin could see it), but it was hideous and smiled wickedly at me as it, too, dissolved.
My entire body finally dissolved and I watch from my spirit man, the rest overs (clothes) fall to the ground. I was saddened as I came to the reality that I was dead. Then after this realization, I became excited! I was going home! What happened next wasn't what I expected.
My spirit at first started to float up after it left the body, the lifting I thought meant i was leaving. I gently landed on the ground. I was confused at first... I still could sense and feel God. I didn't know why I wasn't taken up, but I didn't know what to do.
For a while I watched the events unfold after my death. I very sadly watched as Erin just cried and eventually my dad found out. Events skipped and I don't know if a year went by or what, but I so badly wanted to touch or kiss Erin again, but my hands/body went right through here like a ghost. She was still visibly shaken.
They started to leave and I knew somehow where they were going, to my grave. I started to follow, able to keep up with my dad's car. I felt I had to follow, like some sort of divine intuition. As I approached the graveyard I came a crossed a community of dead. They were like me, stuck here, but they accepted it and had a somewhat city put together. There I got to know who was there...
I don't remember much else...
Any insights?
In the dream I was at my house with my girl friend, Erin. In the dream we were hanging out and what not, watching television. When something happened, we were suddenly afraid and I had a sense we were under attack. Some how we knew that it was me that was the target.
Suddenly I painfully watch as I dramatically started dissolving. Erin was screaming and crying as it occurred. As it was happening I saw a demon person (I don't think Erin could see it), but it was hideous and smiled wickedly at me as it, too, dissolved.
My entire body finally dissolved and I watch from my spirit man, the rest overs (clothes) fall to the ground. I was saddened as I came to the reality that I was dead. Then after this realization, I became excited! I was going home! What happened next wasn't what I expected.
My spirit at first started to float up after it left the body, the lifting I thought meant i was leaving. I gently landed on the ground. I was confused at first... I still could sense and feel God. I didn't know why I wasn't taken up, but I didn't know what to do.
For a while I watched the events unfold after my death. I very sadly watched as Erin just cried and eventually my dad found out. Events skipped and I don't know if a year went by or what, but I so badly wanted to touch or kiss Erin again, but my hands/body went right through here like a ghost. She was still visibly shaken.
They started to leave and I knew somehow where they were going, to my grave. I started to follow, able to keep up with my dad's car. I felt I had to follow, like some sort of divine intuition. As I approached the graveyard I came a crossed a community of dead. They were like me, stuck here, but they accepted it and had a somewhat city put together. There I got to know who was there...
I don't remember much else...
Any insights?