Dreams … Then and Now, Part 1

When I was 18 years old, I was the only survivor of a car wreck that killed two of my friends, Christina and Jonathan. Christina was also my roommate, and we were in our freshman year of college together. It was a devastating loss that was emotionally shattering for me in many ways. At that time in my life, I had no idea what I believed happened to the soul when the physical body dies. For two weeks following that accident, I was consumed with worry and fear, frightened of what might be happening to their souls and wondering if they were OK.

At the end of the second week, however, I had the most amazing experience, a vivid dream that was completely transformative. In my dream, I was returning to our dorm room. I entered the building, and walked up the two flights of steps to our suite and stepped into our hallway. As I approached our room, I could see the door was open. I walked in to the room, and there was Christina, sitting in our beanbag chair, watching a basketball game on TV. I was instantly overwhelmed with happiness.

“What are you doing here?” I gasped, “You’re supposed to be dead!” I fell to my knees in front of her, feeling tears streaming down my face.

She turned to me, giving me the sweetest, most peaceful smile and said, “I just wanted you to know that I am OK. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

And then I was instantly awake, wide awake. In that moment, I knew without any doubt that Christina’s soul had just connected to me in the only way that she could (without scaring me to death), to let me know that she was OK. Truly OK.

I felt a tidal wave of peacefulness wash over me, releasing me from all my fear and worry. This peace was so complete, that even decades later, I can still feel the complete and total serenity of that waking moment.

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