Still in my early 20s, I got another dream. A short one but enough to make an impression about the powerful voice from the unseen world.
I dreamt that I died and waking up from death.
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I was laid down on the grass, in the middle of a huge green field, as far as the eye could see. The field was empty.
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I was startled and woke up by a loud voice from the sky. He sounded omnipresent and his voice was as loud as thunder.
Allahuakbar! Allah the Greatest.
I was awoken by a loud voice from death?
The voice called my name. Masya Allah.
The voice was so loud that I can still heard his power.
Suddenly, I was outside of a wooden house. I saw my dead body was lying there and many people visited me.
Their voices, speaking and reciting heard so far away yet I was so near to them. I wondered why the living beings sounded so far but my ears heard the unseen voices so loud.
They sounded like voices in the water, so unclear and so unreal. What real was the unseen voice. I woke up from my sleep.
Felt a little relieved, thought it was just a dream.
What was the lesson here?
The voice of a formidable angel that He wanted me to hear and to fear. It worked! Because the fear had never leave me until today.
A dream of death experience was a symbol of transformation. The transformation is often the result of a major change in your waking life where you have to let go of the old you and welcome the new you.
God knows best what His plan for me.
