You know, the other night I had a dream. I want to share it because of the profoundness of it all. Ever have a dream that feels "really real"? I sure did. I went to bed around one am and by 1:40 a.m. I was awake again, from the dream.
I dreamed that I was in a hospital room and the monitors flat-lined, in other words, I died. I heard everything as clear as day. My body immediately (and I mean in an INSTANT) was suspended out of my real body. I felt like I was floating. Here is the best part of this dream---it wasn't the floating part---it is what surrounded me. Total, inexplicable, undeniable, immeasurable love and peace. Have you ever had a warm, sunny day at the beach? The waves are crashing against the shore and the sun is bathing your body? Well, even that cannot compare to the peace I felt. I have no words in the English language to describe this.
I heard a voice say, "You're not done yet. You have to go back down there." And I was saying (although not audibly, only in my mind) "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" In an instant I began traveling downward and was dropped back into my body. I could still hear the monitors giving off that flatlined beep. But this time, my eyes opened, and the doctor (or nurse or whoever she was) looked me straight in the eye and said, "We are not going to lose you."
In a millisecond, she cut open my main artery by my arm (not sure what that is or why) and then she cut into my back (I have a kidney stone there). I was yelling because she did this without anesthesia. And this is what woke me up.
All I can say is that I know dreams are very symbolic. Although I don't know the significance of it all, I am grateful to God for the visitation.
Pay attention to your dreams. The Word of God states in Genesis that God speaks to us through them.
Love ya,
Anna
