I had a dream that I was dying. It was very strange.
I knew I was dying. It was something that could not be prevented. Now, I wasn’t scared or angry. I was just accepting. I knew it was going to happen, and that I couldn’t prevent it or put it off. I was just concerned that certain things get done before then.
I was trying to get a lot of things in order before leaving. I was concerned that certain things were set up for my wife, and that she would be all right. At some point, I was actually doing a lot of this in spirit form.
One of the things I was concerned about was going to the light when it came. There was a pulling factor of making sure my wife would be fine and getting to the light and not getting stuck here. I remember seeing the light come, but waking up before anything more happened. Hmmm, I wonder if I had actually gone to the light in my dream if I would have actually left. Interesting thought.
Bizarre dreams. I have them now and then, and keep searching for meaning in them.