i dreamed last night that i died.
it was at night, dark, and raining. i was driving. apparently i hit something.
there was music, not in the car. there was light, not man-made.
i knew the car was careening toward something. i knew it was crumpling.
i knew my soul was separating from my body.
i knew it didn’t hurt. i knew exactly where i was going.
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the disappointing part was that the dream shifted before i got to see Jesus.
as with most dreams, i wonder what the purpose of that one was, if indeed it had a purpose.
a few things are necessary, and, really, only one.
and it’s Him.
when i wake up on the other side of tomorrow, however far or close that may be, i will really get to see Him.
am i anticipating, longing for that day?
maybe that was the purpose.
