Death Dream.

I had one of the most vivid and kind of scary dreams yesterday night. Most of the time, I do not remember my dreams which is all fine and dandy in my books, but yesterday the dream was so vivid it got me a little concerned. The part I remembered distinctly was the fact that I was hiding under a table and was shot by a revolver a number of times and died of blood loss. The nature of the event was pretty gruesome and the way I died was extremely vivid. The scary part regarding the dream was the fact that I knew I was dead, but I kind of had an out of body experience - hovering over my dead body. Mentally, I knew I was dead because of the gunshot, yet at the same time, here I was hovering on this earth. Another part of the dream that was really vivid was the fact that Fr. John was stunned when he heard the news to the point that he was speechless. He starting tearing up and had difficulty coming to grips with my death. Words soon spread and as people found out about my death, there was an extremely sombre mood surrounding everyone. I finally woke up at my Funeral Mass. It was a little too vivid for my comfort let me say that. At the same time, it was comforting knowing that people were at my funeral and they were saddened by my death.