I wouldn't call this a dream. I call it my visit with Jesus. I had been asking Jesus why some people get to see him and how much I would love that experience. I lay in bed one day after my grandchildren were off to school. All of a sudden I knew I had died and was waiting to cross over with some others. I had asked someone what it felt like, and they said, it was painful.
It was my turn to go and all of a sudden I was in this smokey looking rock cave. I remember thinking that it wasn't bad at all. I thought of my husband and didn't want to go without talking to him to let him know for fear he would be devastated. I asked to speak to Jesus and was told that I could not. Then, looking outside the cave, I saw Jesus standing in the light. He was in a white robe. I called his name and asked, could I please speak with him.
All of a sudden I was in front of him. He had sky blue tears coming from his eyes. This still puzzles me.
I asked if I could please speak with my husband. He said it wasn't possible. I told him that we loved each other so much and if I didn't get to say goodbye, I was afraid of how destroyed he would be.
There was a loud boom, and we were on my husband's job site.
My husband got off the machinery and was running. I don't remember what I said to him but all of a sudden Jesus took my husbands hands and told him to close his eyes and take his hands he had to make him forget.
Then Jesus and I were standing back where we had been before. I told him I was now ready. We communicated without words. He told me I was going back. I knew I had died and asked him if I would be okay, he said yes.
Then he told me to take his hands and close my eyes. I knew he was about to make me forget so I asked him to please not make me forget, I told him I wanted to remember. He asked again that I close my eyes, so I did. I closed my eyes then opened them, and I was back laying in my bed.
He allowed me to remember what had happened but I don't know what was said between my husband and me.
Paula: United States