TO BE ABSENT FROM THE BODY IS TO BE PRESENT WITH THE LORD

To dream of a death as interpreted by our so called expert dream interpreters means just the opposite. 

It means there is a birth on the way.

Others sat that, "death" usually symbolizes a transformation, change or departure. This particular dream could represent the end of that family member's influence or control over the dreamer. Alternatively, the relative could be a symbol for part of the dreamer's own self that is undergoing a transition, such as graduation, job loss, relocation, etc.

The Holy Bible

2 Corinthians 5:8 does not say that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord

We must be critical about the text and examine it to see what it truly says. We see that the text in 2 Corinthians 5:8 does not say that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. One does not equal the other. Here is the entire passage in question so that we can understand the full context:

“For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven, if indeed, having been clothed, we shall not be found naked. For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life. Now He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who also has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. So we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord” (2 Corinthians 5:1–8).

Paul likens our existing mortal bodies with an “earthly tent,” and says we should not worry if it is destroyed because we have a “building from God” that awaits us. The context does not support the claim that we will be in God’s presence without a body; rather, Paul simply says we will not have THIS body. He likens our bodies to clothing that we must wear. In verse 4, Paul specifically says he does not want to be unclothed (without a body), but rather further clothed (different body). That’s quite a different picture than a disembodied spirit that lives on after death!

When we compare this language to 1 Corinthians 15:51–54, also written by Paul, it becomes even clearer. The passage reads:

“Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed— in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: ‘Death is swallowed up in victory.’ ”

Jesus, Where Are We ?

I dreamt that I was watching a vision. I know it was a visions because I did not appear in my dream; you know how while we are dreaming, we usually play the leading role?  Well , not in this dream; at least, not at the beginning of it.  It was almost as if I had been watching a movie. I dreamt that I saw Jesus Christ, clothed in a brilliant white robe with a golden rope-like sash tied around His waist, His long brown silky hair flowing in the warm wind as He, with a determined expression on His face rode on a beautiful white Arabian horse parallel to the shore.
The image suddenly changed and I saw in the crystal clear light blue sky, what seemed to be a huge radiant bronze chalice or cup with foreign engravings surrounding it.  The chalice began to spin clockwise, slowly at first, then picked up speed and began to get closer, brighter and larger as if it were falling from the sky towards the ground.  Suddenly, a huge flash of light happened as if an explosion had occurred yet I did not hear any sound nor feel the ground shaking; there was no impact.

Next thing I know, I am now in the dream; no Jesus, no chalice but my dad was there, he was wetting his finger with his tongue then down to the sandy gravely ground and then back up to his mouth. He was feeding himself!  I then saw my mother just sitting on the ground in a daze while now, included in my dream, my  sister Betty.  She, was walking around with her arms outstretched, her hands were slightly bent backwards, her fingers pointed towards the sky and a smile on her face; there was another person whom I did not recognize, it was a man who was making the sign of the cross with the side of his hand, his fingers pointed towards the sky, erect and stiffened, the way a priest would do if he were blessing his congregation from the pulpit.

It seemed as though we were in a place of ruin.  There were caves in the mountains sprinkled with near naked trees and the sandy ground was barren and hot with scattered pieces of rock and remnants of collapsed edifices.  Jesus, where are we?  I remember a surge of fear racing up through my body as I realized that neither one of my 2 daughters or my other sister were in sight.  I had to look for them! Before my dream popped, I realized our clothing were in tatters and we were either barefoot or missing a shoe; they were covered in dust as were our faces and hair.  Our appearances was not too different from the coughing faces covered in white cement and dust which the world saw on television as survivors struggled to get away from the 2001 shambles left of the New York City World Trade Towers after the 9 -11 attack on them.

When I woke up, I was sure that my dream was a warning of what some call, the Apocalypse.

RECURRING NIGHTMARE

RECURRING NIGHTMARE

For almost a year I used to have a recurring nightmare.

I was lying face up on a hallway floor of what seemed to be an apartment building and it seemed to be getting darker and blurrier by the second.  I heard muffled voices and sounds of people running around me.  Why were they not stopping to assist me?  I attempt to raise my head up off of the ground but as dreams would have it, can not.  Suddenly, I begin to feel a warm surge beginning to stream from the back of my head and down the back of my neck; as it happens, I realize that I have been shot in the back of my head and am losing a lot of blood; Again, I try to lift but this time it is my arm,in order to cover the wound and apply pressure to hold back the bleeding but it is of no avail; I am too weakened.
Why doesn't anyone stop and do this action for me? Why isn't anyone helping?  I wonder as I listen to the sound of frantic feet runing in confusing around me and the muffled sounds of despair until I drift off and away.