Death Dream - Jan. 7

This was essentially a dream about dying. I experienced my own death. I recall being outdoors somewhere with a lot of people. Some kind of natural disaster was taking place and I remember thinking I was not going to live through it. I suddenly see a bright white light come down over me, like a tube that only surrounded my body. The light got intensely bright, but then it faded and disappeared. I realized at this point in the dream that I had died, or rather almost died, but came back to the earth plane.

I then remember driving up the highway that leads towards my house. As I was driving in a surreal environment,  I noticed that there were vortexes, almost like black holes (but gray/white in color) in the sky all above where I was driving, about at the level of the clouds. I wanted to get home, but I didn't want to drive or pass under these, because I realized that they were the same tubes of white light that covered me as I nearly died. I assumed if I drove under one that it would suck me up and I was a goner. I wasn't sure how I was going to get home and wondered if I would have to dodge these vortexes every time I needed to drive home taking the route I was on.

Suddenly, I was back at my house and lying in bed. It seemed like my room that I was in, but it was certainly different. The details of my room were missing. I was there with another person, lying in bed, although I cannot recall who it was or if was even someone that I know in waking life. As I was lying there, I somehow knew that I was going to die. I was not sick, I believe it may have been some kind of outside force or incident, maybe another natural disaster or even an unexplained reason for the death I was about to experience. However, I knew it was coming. I braced the person next to me and again, the white vortex covered my body and I was immediately taken to another realm of existence. It was not painful, it was not frightening. It was very calm, peaceful and painless. All I can recall was that it was very white. There was a bright light and everything was white. The person I was with was there with me, so we must have both died together. I recall a mirror hanging on the wall. I looked at myself thinking I might be all young and radiant looking, as I've heard some stories state when a person appears as a ghost, but I looked exactly the same as when I passed. I could see my reflection, but I too was white. It was similar to a pencil sketch on a white piece of paper; everything was white except outlines and shadings. Then I looked around and noticed that my dog was not there with me. I suddenly was able to see the "living realm" and saw my dog laying on the floor sleeping next to my bed as he was when I "died." I became deeply sad that he was left behind and I asked some kind of higher being that seemed to be present there if I could have my dog there. I was told I could and then he was there and no longer in the "living realm" I was viewing. I was very glad he was there to join me.

Most dream dictionaries and theories often say that dreaming of your own death is symbolic of a death of a part of the self or personality, a transformation involving the death/end of something to make room for something new.