When I Experienced Death in a Dream “Was It Just an Illusion or a Message from a Higher Spirit???

 

We all experience dreams at some point in our lives... Some vanish the moment we open our eyes, while others linger in the corners of our subconscious, refusing to fade… But have you ever wondered… why do some dreams stay with us??? Why do they haunt or heal us, long after we've woken up???

I often reflect on how dreams come to us, mostly when we’re in deep sleep... Is that why they sometimes don’t make sense? Like when we try to run, but can’t move... or when we’re falling endlessly from a cliff… or sitting in an exam hall unable to write a single word??? Have you ever had one of those??? I believe many of us have…

In my 48 years of life, I’ve rarely had the luxury of a sound sleep, so dreams don’t visit me often... But when they do, and when my subconscious is suddenly awakened, I try to capture them… I even attempt to go back to sleep, hoping to pick up where I left off… just to hold on to that moment a little longer…

One such dream became unforgettable…

I lost my best friend, Lata, 15 years ago... We shared a bond that’s hard to define… We shared our childhood together... The first five years of our lives were innocent and unconscious, but for the next twenty, we were soulmates... Our childhood wasn’t luxurious in terms of toys or luxurious things, but it was rich in warmth, laughter, and deep understanding…

Have you ever had a friend who just got you???

We grew up side by side, dreamt together, healed each other’s heartbreaks... We were both emotional fools in many ways, but she was the stronger one… I leaned on her strength, without even realizing how much…

Then came the dream after many years of losing her…

I saw myself as an old, brown, heavy woman lying on what seemed to be my deathbed... My family was around me, mourning silently as they knew my time had come... I wasn’t in pain... But I was flooded with emotions… I was leaving behind my sons and husband… the people I lived for…

And then, I took my last breath…

My soul, weightless like a snowflake, began rising. I felt light, free, and emotionless… I was soaring through clouds, wondering where I was going. Was I exploring the unknown??? Was this what liberation feels like???

Suddenly, I heard my name being called…

“Ritu!”

Who was it? I turned and saw Maya, Lata’s sister... She smiled and said, “Here you are! We’ve been waiting for you… come with me...”

What was she doing there??? Had I truly crossed over???

I followed her up a stunning staircase into a bold but old structure... And there… there was Lata. Sitting beside her father and brother; people who had all tragically passed away more than a decade ago… Yet they looked so alive... So content... So peaceful…

Her father greeted me just as he used to when he was alive: “Come, Ritu, here’s your cup of tea.”
How could my dream capture such exact moments??? Exact emotions???

There was a warm energy that pulled me in, and for a moment, I felt I belonged there…

And just like that… the dream ended…

For years, I believed this dream was a sign from God… A confirmation that Lata and her family were at peace… That I didn’t have to worry about them anymore…

But now, when I revisit that dream, I begin to wonder was it more than just a glimpse into the afterlife???

Why did I dream of her then??? Could it be that I was going through another rough patch and subconsciously reached out to her spirit???

Was my soul seeking her comfort again, like it used to when we were kids???

Everything in the dream matched the reality we once shared… Her father’s warm welcome… Her serene smile that always told me, “Everything will be alright.” Was it simply a projection of my own longing, or was it a divine encounter???

Sometimes, I feel that even in our subconscious, we’re more conscious than we think… Maybe dreams are our soul’s language... Maybe, just maybe, when the heart wishes deeply enough… even the universe listens…

Was it wish-fulfillment??? Was it divine connection??? Or was it something in between an illusion shaped by love and loss???

I still don’t know the answer. But I do know this, it felt real, and it gave me peace…

Have you ever had a dream that felt like more than just a dream???

Let your heart speak. I'd love to know your experience…

 Whatever it was, I’m in awe of what God has given us the ability to dream, to manifest, and sometimes… to meet the ones we’ve lost, if only for a fleeting moment.