I am really getting tired of dreaming about dying. For several nights over the past few weeks I keep having this recurring dream where I die. But it isn’t a bad dream, really. Just pretty matter of fact. I die. And in different ways. Sometimes murdered, sometimes in an accident. Once while sitting on a toilet (Trust me, I could complete a whole blog filled with stories of my dreams and toilets).
In one dream I was being killed and knew I was about to die but then I looked up and saw that the person killing me had angel wings.
“No Fair! No Fair!” I shouted. “You can’t kill me if you are an angel. It’s in the Bible.”
Now, I had no idea if this stated rule was in the Bible or not but was quite relieved to find out that it worked. The person left me alone because he was called out. When I woke up, I felt quite smart that I was successful in evading death that night.
Dreaming about your own death means that you are about to enter a new phase of your life. According to the Internet (which we all know is always correct): Dreams of death represent the ending of one phase so that a new one can begin.
So I guess this means a new phase of my life is going to start. Do you think I can take a leap of faith here and assume this is a positive new phase of life? Because it would really, really suck if I was about to enter a crappy new phase of life.
Usually I wake up as soon as I die in my dreams. But I kinda already know it is a dream and I didn’t really die; even while I am dreaming it. I have had so many wacky dreams for so long that it isn’t weird that real life and dream life co-exist. Like when I had a real scary dream once (thankfully those don’t happen very often) where I tried to slam my head against the wall so I would wake up and end the scary dream.
And I love dreams where my dead friends and family come to visit. I don’t care what anyone says, they are visiting me from heaven and I am always so happy to see them! Especially my mom and brother. Usually they don’t say anything to me but just seeing them in my dream is awesome and I wake up incredibly happy.
I figure that if I am going to be killed for any reason in real life, then so be it. I tell my kids longevity runs on dad’s side of the family; not so much mine. And they would just need to believe that my new phase of life would begin in heaven. I had better have wings.