Dreams are one of my favorite forms of visual perception that I tend to experience from time to time. In my view, I happen to differentiate between a dream and a vision based upon the state of mind I find myself to be under during the time of a particular pictorial experience.
On the one hand, in a dream I tend to experience a narrative, wherein I am participating in a lifelike activity, as though I were alert and undergoing a normal part of my life.
When I happen to awaken from a particularly interesting dream, so that I can recollect the encounter in the morning, I will often record the context of my dream into a notepad that I keep alongside my bed because I enjoy analyzing what hidden secretes may lie within the dream I had experienced.
On the other hand, for some unknown reason, during a visionary event I somehow find myself awake in my bed, after being stirred from a deep sleep, where I will occasionally find myself face to face with such things as a bouquet of flowers, intricate looking artwork, beautiful faces – or even full body apparitions of people I do not know, scenes of the universe in motion, as well as some recent destructive outlooks of possible future events here on earth.
Most of these experiences are usually short-lived and will generally disappear as soon as I become aware of the presence or visionary experience. Although, on occasion, some have lasted long enough for me to wonder why I am privy to this type of communication; and, what I am supposed to do about it. To date, I only try to interpret the personal reasoning for my interactions, especially since the latest events, which have to do with destructive forces, are troubling to me.
So, what do these experiences mean to me?
Well, let me be the first to say that I am not sure.
If you have read my book, you are already aware of some of the experiences of a supernatural nature I have encountered.
Personally, I prefer to be open-minded when it comes to the reasons why we dream or encounter visions. I often wonder if these experiences may be a type of prophesy, or just a fleeting experience our mind’s eye is viewing of things we do not understand as a human being.
I will have to leave this decision up to you since I do not receive any special directive to define each experience. The fact of the matter is that I do believe our free will has a lot to do with our own personal outcomes. Therefore, one should always be aware of the fact that circumstances (whether actual or visionary) that we encounter in life do influence our actions, which in turn will shape our future.
With these thoughts in mind, I want to share with you a wonderful dream I experienced a few months ago. It was a dream I had during the final stages of my daughter’s battle with terminal cancer . . . during a time when she faced the scary prospect of her impending death. Although we often had various conversations that centered around the prospect of our mortality in this life, I do believe that my daughter found comfort in my interpretation of this particular dream at such a crucial time in her short-lived life.
As I awoke from an extremely perceptive dream one night, I recall finding myself in a crowded room amongst hundreds of people I did not know. Feeling confused as to why I was there, I searched the perimeter of the room in order to determine where I could be; or, more importantly, trying to figure out why I would be unaccompanied by anyone else I knew.
Finally, after a minute of uncertainty, I realized that I was in some sort of transfer station that, out of the blue, reminded me of NYC Grand Central Station.
It was obvious to me that everyone around me was as perplexed as I, for no one had moved in any direction to indicate that they had a specific purpose in mind.
After a short period of time, it appeared to me that no one was in charge; therefore, I felt that no information would to be forthcoming at this particular moment. Being a person who expects proficiency in all situations, my mind began to accumulate thoughts as to what steps I would need to take in order to take control of this unprecedented situation.
Realizing, at this point, that I was indeed alone, I decided to step forward to plead my case to whomever would listen.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a non-conspicuous, ordinary-looking young man, in a dark tailored suit, stepped forward. At this moment, from what I could tell, he appeared to be in charge.
Finding the courage to speak, I asked the young man why we were there; and, more importantly, where were we all going.
To my surprise, my question was answered with a subsequent question proposed by the young man.
“Where do you want to go,” was his reply, as though the choice was up to me.
With a sudden feeling of melancholy in my heart, it took but a second for me to reply, “I want to go home!”
Except for a few stragglers, who had other ideas in mind, my request quickly resulted in an almost unanimous chorus that resounded throughout the hall. “I want to go home as well” was the corresponding reply.
As a result of the request, things began to precipitously occur.
First off, the man in charged asked where the descender wanted to go. Apparently, these few people were still of an adventurous nature; for I heard one of them say that he wanted to go someplace north, Canada he proposed; while another individual said he wanted to specifically go to New Brunswick.
I soon discovered that the instant a person made a choice, they disappeared from the room and, therefore, from my dream.
Within a matter of seconds, everyone was gone. I now stood alone, off to the side, near a long white hallway. My street clothes had somehow turned into a beautiful white wedding gown.
As I looked down upon my gown to touch it, to make sure it was real, I remember thinking that although it was beautiful, it was not the same wedding dress that I had been married in so many years before.
Without warning , a handsome new guide now stood before me. He asked me if I had a groom to go with my gown?
Intuitively I felt a presence, so I turned to my left. As I looked down the long-white corridor, I saw a man approaching me. Instinctively, I presumed that it was my husband who would be taking me on my final journey home; and, finally I felt at ease.
Instantly, I am outside in a garden, where it was raining. As I walk along, there are puddles in my path; so, I lift up the hem of my gown to keep it dry.
Then, to my surprise, I realize that although I can see the rain falling around me, I do not get wet.
Finally, I see a brilliant sunlight that lay ahead; and, with a heart full of bliss, I confidently walk forward through the garden path.
It became obvious to me, as I unraveled my dream, that I must have been visualizing a review about what I might expect to happen upon my death.
Conceivably, the people in the room, although strangers to me, were souls who might have passed on, at the same time as me.
Apparently Grand Central Station was a holding location where each person was to stay until their final destinations was determined, because It appeared to me that the souls who wanted to go home disappeared from my dream the instant a decision was made.
I can only presume that those souls who preferred to live on, in a life-form type of existence, might possibly be reincarnated in accordance with their beliefs.
Plausibly, the raindrops symbolized tears of grief for my demise. Yet, I stay dry, embraced by anticipation that what lay ahead of me is so much greater than what I had left behind.
Finally, the fact that I end up wearing a wedding gown represents a new beginning for me. Although I believe that it was my husband who had come for me, others have offered the interpretation that the Bridegroom had come instead.
“The Bride of Christ Awaits the Promised Reunion“
“Scripture also promises a final reunion between Jesus Christ and His bride, the church. When Christ returns in the prophesied Second Coming, He will celebrate with His bride in a wedding ceremony where the two will be united forever.”
“Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear” (Revelation 19:7-8).
“Until then, members of the church are encouraged to be faithful and be ready, waiting with anticipation for the glorious day in which they will be united with Jesus Christ and live in harmony with Him as His beloved bride (Matthew 25:1-13; Revelation 21:1-2).”
I have heard it said that we need to concentrate on our future with optimism if we want a positive outcome. This is so much easier said than done, especially with all of the negativity facing mankind day in and day out.
When all is said and done, maybe it is time for us to set aside some time, from of our busy schedules, to start preparing not only for our tomorrows on earth, but for an everlasting life that all will face one day.
A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN
By Valerie Dziengiel