Have you ever had those elevator-falling dreams? In the dream, you walk into the elevator, the door closes, and then the elevator drops in a free fall. Your reaction is, “Oh boy, I’m toast!” After a few seconds of falling, the dream fades. Then the next dream begins, or you drop off to sleep quietly. The other night, I had the “elevator falling dream,” but this time it was different. This time, the elevator hit the ground, and I WAS toast!
In my dream, I was at the airport going from one floor down to the baggage area. Myself and another person entered the elevator after the doors opened. No problem with the doors and no foreboding of what was about to happen. I was focused on finding and seeing my family. I pushed the button to take me to the luggage area. The doors shut, then we heard a very load banging noise, the elevator began to shake and then dropped quickly. I was lifted off the elevator floor and my body was thrown around like a rag doll against the walls. I began praying….then I blacked out. I woke up in a heap on the elevator floor in excruciating pain. My luggage looked like it had been run over by a Mack truck.
I struggled to get up and get out of the elevator. It was very, very difficult to walk and I was having trouble dragging my mangeled piece of luggage behind me. The bright lights and the never ceasing voices over the loud speaker added to my increasing anxiety and pain. Every painful step was an effort and I began to cry. I needed help and no one was offering any assistance. In fact, no one saw me. I realized I was dead! I don’t believe in immortality of the soul so this thought heightened my panic. I staggered through the crowds looking for my family who I was suppose to meet at the luggage pickup. I saw my family waiting patiently for me. They looked calm and peaceful; chatting among themselves; anticipating my arrival as I hadn’t seen them in a long time.
I panicked as the reality of my death sank in…my heart started beating faster, I was sweating and I couldn’t breathe..I reached my family, they didn’t see me. I lifted my grandson’s arm and he didn’t notice. Now I was experiencing a full blown panic attack. My dream morphed into a nightmare. I heard myself crying and screaming in my sleep. I couldn’t breathe. I ripped off my cpap mask. Eventually, my breathing slowed and I was able to calm myself down and drift off to sleep again but it was not a restfull sleep.
Why would I have such a dream? Why did I panic?
Death is part of life. Everyone of us will experience the death of a loved one. In this dream I was focused on my grandson who is 16 years old. I can only image how hard it will be for him and my family to loose me when I pass. This is what upset me the most. To see him and my families experiencing overpowering grief when they hear from the officials that I had died. I don’t want them to expierence such a scenario.
Have you ever gone about your life not knowing that your loved one had died? You went about your life like normal. Never thinking that the death of a loved one will soon be the most significant part of your life for a long time.
I was flying home home from visiting my mother in the hospital when I was in my late thirties and my children were young. I called the hospital to check on her status. The nursing staff told me she was stable but in reality she had passed. So I travelled the entire day with the feeling of hope that she would recover. I called my husband several times sharing her status. When I returned home, I shared again with my husband the good news about my mother and he informed me that she had passed earlier in the day. I collapsed on the floor. Not only did I have to deal with the death of my mother, I had to deal with the knowledge that my mother’s passing was kept from me.
In my dream my family was innocently waiting with the anticipation of joy and excitement of seeing me but would quickly change to sorrow.
I don’t believe in the immortality of the soul so this expierence was against my beliefs which resulted in elevated stress and panic. State of the dead
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