"I had a dream that recurred once. The first time I had this dream, my husband was dying but still alive. I was running down various streets and alleys desperately trying to find him. I had this knowing that he was leaving and I needed so badly to try and stop him. Through quick word of mouth it gets to Brad that I am looking for him. Somehow he finds me in this random alley and I run up to him and tell him how much I love him and that I am sorry for everything and that I just want him to come home and we will be a family again and we’ll figure it all out. He don’t say anything but through touch I could get the feeling of him saying - I love you too that’s all I needed to hear, I’ve been waiting to hear that. The next time I had this same exact dream was the day after my husband died. It was the same except the ending. This time when we find each other and I beg him to come home I can sense his pain and sacrifice. He had these cockroaches or something crawling all over his body. He said he wished he could come home but that he couldn’t. That these demons were invasive and hurting me and the kids and that the only way to end it for good was for him to bury them which in tie meant him dying. I didn’t say anything but I cried and I just understood he was right and telling his truth. In real life Brad battled alcoholism and it caused the demise of our marriage although we truly loved each other. He was lost to his addiction and it ended up taking his life. He would refer to his addiction as his demons "

"to start, my dream began with me being in a remote location where there was no light pollution or anything and I was surrounded by forest. I remember looking up at the moon in admiration and specifically thinking how detailed and bright and beautiful it looked in that moment. Then suddenly, the moon started to explode and screaming from people around me began (no clue who it was as I didn’t see anyone only heard them). I remember being mesmerized by the whole thing and I wasn’t scared but accepting that death was surely to follow. I watched the moon break apart slowly and as it crashed to earth I closed my eyes and waited for the explosion. When my eyes were closed my dream went from dark to super bright and I could feel the heat from the explosion. I knew I was transitioning from life to death but I felt no pain or panic just peace as I felt the heat and light taking me. After the explosion I woke up in what I assume was the afterlife. There were a lot of other people there and it was set up as a system of rooms and hallways. Some rooms had a lot of people in them, some had none. Some rooms were brightly lit and some were dark with no lights at all. I remember going to one room where it was set up almost like a movie theatre and other people were sitting and watching the screen but it was black with nothing on it. I didn’t stay and I kept navigating the hallways. I eventually came to this dark hallway that had an ominous feeling to it but I was drawn to it and it was as if I knew that was the direction I needed to go. I felt scared but also I knew it would be okay? I’m not sure how to explain it. I imagine it as the same feeling you’d get when you’re about to jump out of an airplane and skydive for the first time. I don’t remember much after I got to that specific hallway and I woke up shortly after. The whole thing felt very real and had me shaken up when I woke up."

"I had a dream that my little brother was screaming. Then I went downstairs, and I worried that something I had done had hurt his feelings. And then he died, and I woke up screaming."