I went to bed like other nights, scared and feeling very alone. I awoke suddenly after a very vivid dream. I thought I was dying as my heart was beating so fast. I immediately turned to look at the clock which showed 3:20 a.m. My next thought was about the dream. "Is Dale an Angel? Is he in heaven? Oh, that's ridiculous, Dale in heaven? I still always smile when I write this. Dale is a hardcore biker, hardcore atheist and not your typical angel. But my mind just kept obsessing and reviewing what I had seen in the dream. Much to my dismay, I knew I would have to get up, drag myself through the day, and care for my children as much as was humanly possible. I was also aggravated, since I had not seen Dale for years, and while we are friends, we are not real close any longer, so I couldn't imagine why I was dreaming about him and then obsessing in such a manner. This went on until about sometime after 5 a.m. I have to mention here, Dale was my first love. There has never been an explanation as to why I love this man so much. This has been a repeating theme in my life and dreams, but we could never find our way to each other, mostly because of emotional issues. We were severely abused in our childhood and our lifestyles are very different.
In my dream, Dale was standing next to God (Jesus). He was more of a presence or being of light, not a bearded man. In this place or his presence there is total love, light, peace, and warmth. Those are the only words I can use to describe what I felt and saw. It was the most beautiful feeling of perfect complete love, what I have been searching for my whole life. Dale was shown parts of my life, particularly all the suffering (I still don't know why) and then nodded. I was sitting on a stone bench observing all this. After nodding, Dale walked over to me, put his arm around me, and said, "You are beautiful just the way you are. Everything will be OK. I will take care of you now." After this, I shot out of the dream.
So, I finally fell asleep around 5:30-5:45 a.m. Upon awakening I said to my husband, "I was up all night, I couldn't sleep, I had a really weird dream." He did not ask me about it, and I did not offer any information, as I really couldn't make much sense of it yet.
I went to church that morning, had a very strange psychic experience (I do tend to have these happen to me, but hadn't had one in a long time) and went about my day. That night while in the bathroom washing my face before bed, the eleven o’clock news came on. I could hear from the bathroom, top of the news. I heard Dale's name. I went running to watch, and just started freaking out and crying. According to the news, he was found hanging from a wire after a snowmobile accident. No further information was given whether he lived or died. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stop crying, praying. I opened the bible and got a passage that spoke to me personally, and in relationship to the dream. You must know I am not much of a bible reader, but didn't know what to do. I knew for sure that God existed. He showed me what I had asked for. I needed more information, although I already knew the times of my dream and what happened would match up.
The next morning, I called the local trauma center and found out that Dale was in critical condition and still alive. I didn't know if he was just on life support or what. I was really confused. I found an article in the newspaper which described that he was found at 5 a.m. Police said the accident occurred a couple of hours before he was found (around 3 a.m.) and that he had laid on the ground (apparently was not suspended from a wire as the news said, but he did hit a wire and his neck was slashed). He had to be resuscitated and stabilized, which took 45 minutes and then he was flown to the trauma center.
I called everyday to see how he was, but it was always the same--critical condition, family members only. When he was no longer in critical condition, I knew I had to go see him. He was in very bad shape and had almost been decapitated.