…in my dream.
I don’t know how I died, but I remember I was by a railroad track. I think I was hit by a train. I knew I had died and was lifted into the air. I began to slowly fly over the ocean and was given a close up show of a small pod of whales. I kept thanking and praising God, and while I was scared at the unknown, I was secure in trusting God to care for me at the same time.
I flew through a house that had an airplane hangar in the the house. I then ended up in this area where I was to choose where I wanted to sleep. The area was kind of like a school, with bunk beds and teachers. I got the feeling that this was a transition area where we were to learn about heaven.
There was a feeling newness and beginning, and excitement.
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Wow…that's quite a dream! It's unusual really in that most people usually dream that they almost die, but wake themselves up before they actually dream it.
What a dream!