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helec338
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Several years ago (I don’t even really remember exactly when, I may have been around 16 years old or I may have been 21 or this could have been last year. Strange how I can’t recall exactly when.) I had a dream where I was sleeping in my bed and a woman appeared next to my bed.
I tend to think of this dream as something related to my grandmother because she had died recently and I promised myself I wouldn’t forget about her and would pray for her and recently I remembered that promise a year or two or three ago. That’s probably why I can’t remember when I had the dream. (I wasn’t very religious when I was younger either but I always believed God was out there).
There was a very bright yellow-orange glow around her but it didn’t light up the room. She had purple robes on. I think she held my hand in the dream but I don’t remember if that happened in my dream or if I imagined it.
I remember the feeling from the dream. I felt very very very very very very peaceful and with the same emphasis, joyful. Then she was gone.
My life didn’t change after that point. I just thought of it as a nice experience and continued living my life in sin and without God. Now that I’ve come back to the church, I wonder why that beautiful experience didn’t impact me throughout the years or change me. I think my sins were clouding my judgement of common sense.
Also if it wasn’t a dream, which I’m pretty sure it was, that would have been really cool.
I tend to think of this dream as something related to my grandmother because she had died recently and I promised myself I wouldn’t forget about her and would pray for her and recently I remembered that promise a year or two or three ago. That’s probably why I can’t remember when I had the dream. (I wasn’t very religious when I was younger either but I always believed God was out there).
There was a very bright yellow-orange glow around her but it didn’t light up the room. She had purple robes on. I think she held my hand in the dream but I don’t remember if that happened in my dream or if I imagined it.
I remember the feeling from the dream. I felt very very very very very very peaceful and with the same emphasis, joyful. Then she was gone.
My life didn’t change after that point. I just thought of it as a nice experience and continued living my life in sin and without God. Now that I’ve come back to the church, I wonder why that beautiful experience didn’t impact me throughout the years or change me. I think my sins were clouding my judgement of common sense.
Also if it wasn’t a dream, which I’m pretty sure it was, that would have been really cool.