She came to me in a dream, or so I thought. She was nothing more than a white light with no form or substance, just a voice without a face. I was sleeping yet wide awake as she told me it was all right and not to be afraid. I couldn't answer her even though I heard my voice saying I was not scared of dying.
A constant buzzing sound filled my room like a swarm of bees in quiet mode. It was relaxing and soothing to me in this confusing moment. Time was lost as seconds turned to minutes, and others joined us, each with the voice of a loved one soothing and peaceful in these unexplained moments.
Was I dead? Did I pass in my sleep? Or was it just a dream, a prelude to the real thing? Then I woke up, and my room was empty except for me and the occasional buzzing of a bee outside my window. I lay in my bed, remembering everything in detail. I felt like I was chosen to cast away all doubts of heaven and hell existing. How could I not believe it now?
My life continued, and I chalked it off as a powerful dream with images I couldn't stop seeing and voices that cut through silence without speaking.
Was it a dream? I don't think so. I want to believe they were here to give me a glance of time after death and to fear nothing as eternity awaits me, and I am okay with that. After all, the alternative is something I'd rather not see.
Mike 2025
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