Part 3 of a 4-Part series on Dreams Related to Death by Rev. Lynmarie
A couple of posts ago, I promised to share 3 more interesting dreams prophesying the death of my mother-in-law, my husband’s Helen.
Today’s post is, of course, for the purpose of expanding our thinking as to the kind of dreams God may use to let us know that a loved-one’s time on earth is limited.
Again, at 96 years old, we knew mom’s time on this earth was limited even though she was spunky and full of life to the end. A person still doesn’t want to see a mother go, and certainly wants it to be an easy transition.
The following dreams gave us a heads up concerning her passing.
Dream #4- “Crocheted Apron and Tablecloth”
This dream took place months before Helen’s passing. The dream was addressing some battle we were fighting with regard to our recording studio. God told us several things in the first scene. We would not be purchasing the building. We would be making a new friend as related to the business. Then building owners would suddenly be done with the property, as in a closing. They would want us to disconnect from them in terms of branding.
The scene that followed (without break) was of me going through cardboard boxes with a woman sitting next to me. I couldn’t see her face. In the middle of the first box I discovered a beautiful crocheted apron unlike any I’ve ever seen. I knew by the woman’s presence that I couldn’t keep it, and I sadly and reluctantly gave it to her.
Next I found a matching tablecloth. Saddened that it had to go, I gave it to the woman, and told her I’d like it back if she ever got done with it.
The earlier part of the dream was helpful and played out in real life. The last scene puzzled me. Who was the woman? What did the apron and tablecloth represent? Were they connected to the recording studio? I just kept the scene in my heart ready to make sense of it in God’s timing.
Then while I was going through cardboard boxes mom had left behind in her apartment, I came across the most unusual crocheted apron… a loose crochet, like nothing I had ever seen, and beautiful. This time I got to keep it. What did this mean? Very strange.
And the tablecloth? Yes, there were tablecloths in the box, but none like what I’d seen in the dream, none so loosely crocheted stitch by stitch over a very long time.
The meaning of the woman and the handmade pieces? God showed me during the month that followed.
The woman in the dream was the Holy Spirit, of course, as people we are unable to see the faces of frequently symbolize this person of the Trinity.
The Spirit of God took the apron in the dream because she would be taking mother. Helen was symbolized by a hand-made unique and beautiful apron. Of all the things God could have chosen to depict her, He chose something we wear when serving others. Yup, that was mom, always serving others!
I was particularly saddened in the dream by this loss, and hoped to have this large tablecloth back someday. God showed me that the tablecloth symbolized our large family. I had poured my life into every member, building up the family, one stitch at a time. A massive project. A massive investment. I’d done my best.
Until now, all 22 of us resided in Colorado (making family dinners feasible). That large tablecloth was also being taken away geographically from me. A smaller one would have to suffice.
During the month that Frank’s mother passed, I learned that both our oldest son and his family AND our oldest daughter and her family were moving to what seemed like across the world… the majority of our grandchildren removed geographically from us– one family to Alaska, one to Virginia.
As in the dream, I was saddened, but know they are in God’s hands, and that He will use the move to serve His purposes, always good.
Dream #5- “Deceased Mother Redying”
In revisiting my dream journal for these posts, I found another entry about 6 weeks before mom passed. It simply said:
I have been having reoccurring dreams of my mother dying. I haven’t noted them until now because I can’t seem to remember details. I am puzzled by them because I can’t seem to see who she represents, not the Holy Spirit… and my own mother has already died…
Mothers in dreams can symbolize several things… the Holy Spirit, an authority figure, an originator of something, someone “mothering” someone, and of course, a mother-in-law.
Looking back, this was obvious… a dying mother in a dream, and your mother-in-law is 96? In this case, it should be obvious. My mom’s name was Helen as well which brought double symbolism! God wanted to prepare me.
Dream #6- “I Don’t Want That Bouquet”
This dream impacted me more than the others. I found myself in an old fashioned dollar store (like an old Ben Franklin Store). As I wondered around, I noticed a three live snowball blossoms in a bouquet (see the image to the left). I fancied these and as I moved closer to them to put them in my cart, one dropped to the ground like fruit falling from a tree. Immediately, I had no more interest in them and headed to the greeting card department to pick out a couple of cards of some sort.
Here’s where real-life background is important. Years ago, when Frank’s mom moved to an apartment, I gave her a bouquet of silk snowball flowers. For 8 years, it marked her apartment door. How did the great-grandchildren know they had reached “Lammy’s” door? Snowballs!
So snowball flowers carry a personal meaning for us. They speak of Helen. In the dream, the bouquet of three symbolized the three of us— Frank, me, and Helen. We had a very close relationship and saw or spoke to her many times weekly. Notice that the snowballs in the dream were alive, but one dropped off the bouquet and fell to the floor. The one falling to the ground prophesied her death. I had negative feelings in the dream of the two-some without that third flower, just as I did in real life after her sudden passing.
Also, I was saddened by the loss of the flower, that I could no longer have that 3-flower bouquet.
Buying the greeting cards spoke of sympathy— one for me, one for my husband.
It was clear to me, then, that God was saying through the dream that He was going to call her home soon.
What does soon mean? The dream came to me just 5 days before Helen died, FYI.
DIME STORE SETTING
And why was the setting of that dream a 5 & dime store? One— her mother left her as a youngster and her father was killed at a young age, so she was raised by relatives… one more mouth to feed during the depression.
And two— the rest of her life was shaped by that childhood as she saved everything she ever acquired. After she passed, we gave away hundreds of items to fellow seniors in the building, who gladly sorted through the clothes and goods. You could say that we temporarily made the activity room into a thrift store, but free!
The scene actually represented well the things about her… her clothes, her decorations, kitchen items – not worth much and soon up for sale, so to speak.
And why would the Lord want us to know such a thing— that a loved-one will be dying? And in what circumstances?
First of all, God tells great secrets to those who are able to handle that level of truth… that is, if God knows that this person will be able to come to understanding the message of the dream as well as manage the information appropriately. This must be a mature believer.
Secondly, perhaps the dreamer of of dream prophesying the death of someone needs to take some kind of action such as being especially kind or making sure affairs are in order. I have experienced dreams more than once which helped me prepare for the death of loved ones.
A last reason for a dream prophesying the death of someone – believe it or not – is to bring comfort. This generally takes place when the dream is noted, but not understood, by the dreamer… until after the person has passed.
Then, lights go on in the dreamer’s mind, and the dreamer understands the message of the dream – too late, it would seem. But not so, since it’s comforting to have it acknowledged that God knew this would take place all along. God knew when, how, where… and if nothing else, it’s comforting to have that personal reminder.
As promised, in the last post of this series, you’ll hear about three dreams prophesying my own mother’s death, my Helen.