What dreams may come
I dreamed that I died and experienced "the afterlife" last night...
I didn't experience my own death, the dream was highly symbolic. I just knew I had cancer and after a fast forwarded version of the end of my life I was departing. To preface the next part, I am Christian so it didn't surprise me that dream-version of my concept of an afterlife had Christian undertones.
I didn't go to a heaven or hell after my departure. I went to this sort of testing area, it was like some sort of giant jungle gym made out of wood. There was another man I had never met in life there. Both of us were at the bottom of this jungle gym and both of us were holding very long strands of a type of climbing rope.
There were three main levels to this test and they all involved using your rope to help you climb to the next level. The other man and I both climbed up the first level in about the same manner and time. While I was doing so I was experiencing parts of my life as if that was part of the challenge as well.
The second level climb was more difficult than the first. I can't remember exactly what the parts of my life I experienced were but I get the impression they were parts I didn't want to experience again. The man that was climbing with me was visibly having trouble with his experiences as well and at some point in our climb he stopped and vanished somehow, like he left the test or something. I made it to the third level and there was a woman personage there.
I got the feeling from my dream she was some sort of guide. She explained that the man that left wasn't willing to face some of the realities about his life and that was why he disappeared. She didn't really mention more about what happened to him but now that I am awake I wonder about where he went.
This final test had the rope already knotted in intervals and tied up to something in the sky of this place such that the rope didn't seem to have an end. The female guide was there as I climbed, she was just hovering nearby. As I went through some experiences she talked about them. And finally I came to the top and it was just a wall. The guide said I knew what I needed to do to open the door. I had some vision of how to do it and I got very emotional about it. I knocked on the wall and asked politely if I may enter. The door opened and I went in.
I was in a big room, like a lobby of some great building. There were a variety of people all around. Some people seemed to know me and greeted me. They asked me strange questions about abilities I should have such as "could I see the future?" They acted odd as well, like they dancing or singing in ways completely foreign to me. There was a particular man in the lobby and when I looked at him I had a thought in my dream that he was Jesus. He didn't address me, he was talking to someone else but I got the impression I was the subject of his conversation. It felt like he was a doctor talking to a nurse about the care of one of his patients. He left and I turned around in this lobby to meet my grandmother who passed away almost ten years ago now. I was happy to tears to see her. We talked and at some point I left the lobby and walked into another room that made me sad. Not sad because anything bad was happening to me or anyone else but sad because of some general feeling of loss or loneliness. The I woke up.
It was a weird dream for sure and will probably be one of those I remember for some time to come. I wanted to write it here so I could record as much as I remembered about it before I forgot the details...
I didn't experience my own death, the dream was highly symbolic. I just knew I had cancer and after a fast forwarded version of the end of my life I was departing. To preface the next part, I am Christian so it didn't surprise me that dream-version of my concept of an afterlife had Christian undertones.
I didn't go to a heaven or hell after my departure. I went to this sort of testing area, it was like some sort of giant jungle gym made out of wood. There was another man I had never met in life there. Both of us were at the bottom of this jungle gym and both of us were holding very long strands of a type of climbing rope.
There were three main levels to this test and they all involved using your rope to help you climb to the next level. The other man and I both climbed up the first level in about the same manner and time. While I was doing so I was experiencing parts of my life as if that was part of the challenge as well.
The second level climb was more difficult than the first. I can't remember exactly what the parts of my life I experienced were but I get the impression they were parts I didn't want to experience again. The man that was climbing with me was visibly having trouble with his experiences as well and at some point in our climb he stopped and vanished somehow, like he left the test or something. I made it to the third level and there was a woman personage there.
I got the feeling from my dream she was some sort of guide. She explained that the man that left wasn't willing to face some of the realities about his life and that was why he disappeared. She didn't really mention more about what happened to him but now that I am awake I wonder about where he went.
This final test had the rope already knotted in intervals and tied up to something in the sky of this place such that the rope didn't seem to have an end. The female guide was there as I climbed, she was just hovering nearby. As I went through some experiences she talked about them. And finally I came to the top and it was just a wall. The guide said I knew what I needed to do to open the door. I had some vision of how to do it and I got very emotional about it. I knocked on the wall and asked politely if I may enter. The door opened and I went in.
I was in a big room, like a lobby of some great building. There were a variety of people all around. Some people seemed to know me and greeted me. They asked me strange questions about abilities I should have such as "could I see the future?" They acted odd as well, like they dancing or singing in ways completely foreign to me. There was a particular man in the lobby and when I looked at him I had a thought in my dream that he was Jesus. He didn't address me, he was talking to someone else but I got the impression I was the subject of his conversation. It felt like he was a doctor talking to a nurse about the care of one of his patients. He left and I turned around in this lobby to meet my grandmother who passed away almost ten years ago now. I was happy to tears to see her. We talked and at some point I left the lobby and walked into another room that made me sad. Not sad because anything bad was happening to me or anyone else but sad because of some general feeling of loss or loneliness. The I woke up.
It was a weird dream for sure and will probably be one of those I remember for some time to come. I wanted to write it here so I could record as much as I remembered about it before I forgot the details...