"When God told me about my nephew going back to Heaven"
I want to tell you about an experience I had a month ago, but before I do, I would like to give you a brief history of my dream experiences.
I am a dreamer, literally a dreamer, I dream about bad things before they happen and yes good things too. Not all the time, and not about random people, but especially my loved ones and of course myself at most times. Sometimes I would see myself go through the day carefully thinking out hints that my dreams would leave, as to tell me who it is about. Yes it is interesting. An evangelist once told me that it happens to people who die and enter another realm and return without realizing it or knowing exactly where they have been, so to say, my spirit has left my body and walked away, until a neighbor of ours in Lae poured cold Ice Water on me and I instantly opened my eyes. My mum had already begun crying. Until today, I thank this man for saving me from the dead but let me save this for another time, let me get back to my story.
A month ago, I was awoken from a bad dream. I saw my partner get hit by a truck, a big highway truck after he deliberately jumped in front of it while we were arguing, and he died. The scene of the dream changed and I was standing in a room of blue walls, wearing a black laplap, it seemed like I was recently discharged from the hospital, and I was getting a coffin stand prepared before the coffin would be brought in. As I was fixing this, I thought to myself, where is everybody else? no one showed up at the 'haus krai' I was the only one there in this blue room. Soon there was a knock on the door, and the door opened. Three of my partners friends walked in and handed me the coffin, A coffin the size of both my palms, why? I thought in my dream, why was it so small? by this time I am convinced that my partner was not the one that died, It was a baby, a baby that fit in a coffin box, the size of my both my palms. I turned around and put this coffin on a dressing table next to an angel picture frame. That night I woke up crying, I said a little prayer and went back to bed. Of course I shared my dream to my family, the problem was I didn't know who this dream was about.
Last week when I got home from work one afternoon, my mom advised me of my sister having a miscarriage, a little baby boy that God took away from us. Yet I never remembered my dream, until a couple of nights later, I was chatting to a colleague of mine on WhatsApp and as usual, we would share to each other and I would tell him of my dreams. He especially always had time to share to me about the Bible, while we were deep into it another message popped up, my sister shared a picture of my little nephew's coffin on a table, dressed beautifully, with an angel in a glass next to the coffin. Instantly flash backs of my dreams started to come rushing back into my head, I could've known, we would've prayed against it. My colleague said to me, "God has not abandoned you, he guides you through your dreams, I will leave you to think my friend, Goodnight," I shed more tears before I went to sleep. I do realize how lucky I am to have dreams like this in a way, God is speaking to me, no matter what type of person I am. Thank you God.
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