This is a dream I
had a few years ago when I saw my dad in heaven.
Thought it might interest you. blessings, jc
September 26, 2007
On Decembeer 20th 2003, my mother died, after a
long bout with Altzheimers. She joined my father who
died in 1985 at the age of 56. My father had been a
business man most of his adult life. He was also at
one time a general contractor, cabinet maker,
architectural millwork designer, etc. He knew how to
build things, and how things were built. He could draw
plans, and understand very techical engineering stuff.
He read things like Popular Science magazine, and
Popular Mechanics. He loved photography , guns,
outdoor stuff. I could go on. I loved him, and I miss
him. I saw him go from a robust man of 54, with hardly
a gray hair, to someone I barely recognized , as he
battled cancer. At times when he was too sick to get
out of bed , or even talk, I would read to him, from
the bible. He seemed to enjoy it, and a peace would
come over him, that the morphine could never
produce. One day, when my mother , who never
left him alone, dashed out for a few groceries,
he slipped away. I don't think he wanted her to see
him leave. My oldest brother was with him.
I am 54 now.
Last year I had a dream.
In the dream, someone was tellling me all about how
a grave was dug. The exact dimensions, depth, width
etc. I saw the grave in a grassy meadow. The
voice continued with how a funeral was conducted. I
realized the voice was my dad. The grave and funeral
he was talking about, was my mothers. He had
planned it all. It was an assignment given to him,
which he gladly undertook. From heaven, he had
Let me tell you now, that I built my mothers
coffin. She died on December 20th, just five days
before Christmas. I had planned to take the week off.
There was no time to have her funeral before
Christmas, besides the fact that no one wanted
to deal with a funeral and Christmas at the
same time, so we planned it for a few days after. As I
sat with my sister and her husband at the funeral home
and we made all the arangments , I heard myself say,
"I'm going to build the coffin". After I said it, I
remember thinking to myself, " did I just say that?"
I started building the coffin on Christmas eve,
just four days before the funeral. I was inspired. It
was like the plans just appeared in my brain. I never
had anything come together so easily or quickly. I had
never built a coffin before, but I am an experienced
woodwoorker, building everything from furniture to
boats over the years. I had remodeled an old
english pub a few years back, and had salvaged a pile
of mahoghany. There is no telling how old
the lumber was. I had to work quite diligently,
with the time constraints, but put the finishing
touches on it the afternoon before the funeral, and
delivered it to the funeral home at 7am the next
morning. I really thought little about it for the next
couple of years , until the dream.
The dream continued now, and I was walking along
with my sister. She is ten years younger, and was
always my little girl. In the dream we were holding
hands ( isn't that sweet ). The scenery reminded me of
the Wizard of Oz movie, when they were in the forrest,
and they met the Lion. It was kind of spooky. There
were big snakes, and they would lunge at you as you
passed by. We continued to walk along, and came to an
old neighborhood, with what were once grand houses,
that were now in various stages of delapidation. The
weeds were overgrown, and the windows and doors were
missing in the homes. There was no one to be seen
anywhere. My sister and I entered one of the houses,
and began to look around. It had once been a very
elegant place, but now there was mold growing on the
walls, and the floor was rotten. We walked over to a
large picture window, and looked out . It was
breathtaking, a stark contrast to the previous scene.
There were rolling hills, and green pastures, and neat
hedges, and Mansions! Mansions and mansions. For as
far as the eye could see, mansions! The odd
thing was, they were all unfinished. Almost, but not
quite. You could see here and there something missing.
A little bit of trim, a stair step, a shingle. I could
see just a few workmen. It was sunny and bright and
everything just glowed.
Then, I recognized one of the workmen....it was my
dad. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me,
then he walked towards the window where my
sister and I were standing. There was no glass in the
window, and as my dad came near he greeted us and
smiled. He was young and strong and happy. He was
doing what he had loved all his life. He stuck his
hand out, right thru the window, and took mine.
In the dream, I could feel his strong grip. He spoke
just four words to me, " you are not alone." Then the
When I woke up, I realized that my dad had planned
the entire funeral , inspired me to build the
coffin, and supervised every detail . As I lay in bed,
I laughed and cried. In my pictures , under Dream 001,
you can see my dad the way he looks now in heaven, and
the simple coffin I built for my mother.