Early this morning, I had a very vivid and real dream. It felt like a nightmare because it was so clear and initially quite eerie. I saw a bed, and it seemed I was somewhere in the same room. The large bed was fully made, with all its covers on. Later, when I looked again, still feeling uneasy, all the covers had been pulled off and were lying to one side. After some time, as I apparently left the room, I noticed a part of a lower floor opening up beneath me. A few small blue rollaway suitcases, like carry-ons, were moving on its wheels but then got stuck in one spot. I just watched them for a few moments and wanting them to move along. A couple of hours later, about 15 minutes after I woke up, I received a text from my niece saying that her Dad (my brother-in-law) had just passed away. This is one dream I will never forget. Now is a time for mourning. Thank you for letting me share this with all of you.
Thank you all for viewing some of my current personal life experiences.
He, my dear B-I-L who I have known since I was a younger man and adult, will be missed, a soft-spoken, gentle mannered career ex-deputy Sheriff and an ex-marine.
I gathered more info from the relatives on how and when he precisely died and translated/superimposed this data onto the symbols of my dream.
In summary my dream presented his last breathes of life and death by the completed bed and then to the stripped down version of an empty unused bed (death) afterwards.
He experienced pain as he was battling/ struggling to breath, just came off a ventilator with newly formed pneumonia. This last episode of life of breathing air began around 2 am EST. And he passed about 5 am EST. I had my dream around 2:30 am EST.
The blue lightweight suitcases that were first rolling and stopping and then got stuck representing his fight for life (still holding on to his human baggage and self) to his eventual death on the hospital bed.
Paul, after a couple of hours of agony really wanted to move on, off from this earth, He wanted to die. He wanted the blue luggage to move on and not stay affixed to this earth anymore. I sensed this in my dream, as I was also wanting the luggage to move on, and I did not why until now.
I suspect my dream was a type of powerful spirit(ual) visitation on a very personal level.
He beleived and had faith in our lord and Savior. He would say a prayer to the lord at night whether he was a 'good' boy or not....
