I have to confess that I am a very strange person because I talk to people during my sleep. My youngest sister thought it was funny when I was at home last year and we were sharing a bed and I told her not to wake me up because I was having a good dream. She said I woke her up because I was giggling. She asked me what was so funny and I told her to be quiet and that I am in the middle of a very nice dream and don’t want to wake up. I can recall that dream with being at a very beautiful place and experiencing a warmth sensation and I heard my sister talking to me. I didn’t wan to wake up and was fighting my best to stay in a dream state and so I told her to be quiet and went back to my dream.

I dream a great deal and at times would take things in real life into my dreams. For example as a high school student, I would be completing my Calculus problem during my sleep and would wake up to write down the answer. During my undergrad years, I would continue writing essays while sleeping. Perhaps my brain doesn’t know that I am resting and continue to work during night time.

I also dream about dead relatives and would carry on conversation with them like with my Grandmother and my sister in particular. I knew that they are dead and used to be afraid of my sister. But now I talk to her and not afraid of her anymore. My Grandmother and my sister didn’t appear in my dream for many months. The last time I had a dream about my Grandmother was last year. In a dream she appeared and told me how much she and her mother missed my mother and me. My Grandmother said she wanted me to go live with her but I told her no since I knew she meant I would be living with her in the after life. Before having this particular dream, I had a prior dream about visiting both my Great-Grandmother and my Grandmother in the after life. Perhaps those two dreams are related somehow.

When I said no to Grandmother she told me she will go take my mother to live with her. I told her that she shouldn’t do that because my siblings need their mother. I told my Grandmother that rather than taking my mother to live with them, I would go in her place instead since I have no family to care about. She agreed and vanished into thin air. This conversation was taking place at where I am sitting right now, in the computer room.

Then the dream change with me sleeping on my bed. I am experiencing death and having warmth sensation and feeling energy being released out of my body. I look out the window and saw three angels with white gowns and wings and all, just like how they are depicted in paintings and movies. I can see a bright glow around them and they are calling me to go outside. The next thing I knew I was dead. I am now floating by the ceiling, looking at my body on the bed.

The next thing I knew there was a loud knock on the door. I went to open the door and saw the death angel. He was a nice looking man and was speaking Dutch of all the languages! He had and army with him and they are all dressed in black. The death angel was holding a list in his hands and was collecting souls apparently in the neighborhood. They were going from door to door and taking people away by force. Of course since I just died, I was ready to go with this death angel without a fight. I was ready for what is to come in the after life. The death angel took a look at me, then at the list, and said something that I didn’t understand. I thought it had something to do with not being my time to go yet. He raises his right hand and my door just closed by itself without being touched.

I am standing behind the door and not sure what to think. I didn’t know if I should be happy to be alive or sad that I don’t get to go live in the after life, whatever that is. Then I woke up with sweats all over and my heart was pounding like crazy.

After that dream I didn’t see my Grandmother for almost a year, until August 14th of 2007. Guess what my Grandmother wanted with me? To be continued……