In late January 2007, I had a dream I was walking with my Mom somewhere foreign to me. When I turned my head towards my left shoulder, I saw a mountain with boxes scattered all over it.
Suddenly, I heard a voice to my right. It was a man’s voice, not of a woman’s voice that is supposed to be my Mom, saying to choose where I want to be.
When I turned my head it was a tall man in a white gown with a hood. I turned my head again to my left shoulder to find what he wanted me to choose.
It is no longer a mountain that is now a volcano with four boxes lined up from top to bottom. The 2nd box was already filled with something I do not know. I was really confused about what the dream meant. Fear doesn’t come into my mind, my Mom told me when we were young, that when we dream about dead people or something about death, not to be scared for that is good news.
Those people that you dreamed of are asking for prayers. That they need our help, to pray for their souls so they can go to heaven (Catholic mentality that you can help the dead through prayers, my Mom is a devoted Catholic).
I could not get the dream out of my mind that even when taking a shower to get ready for church service, I was still thinking about it.
The interpretation of that dream was half revealed to me, the four boxes with only three choices. The 1st box which was on top is the door to heaven, the Kingdom of God; the 2nd is the door that has been closed and filled; 3rd is where the dead, the lost souls that will wait for the judgment day or end of the ages; and the 4th leads straight down to hell.
I tried to visualize that dream by making an image it is not exactly what I saw in my dream. There are no plants, it is really very plain and the color of the volcano is light brown. I never seek any outside help for the interpretation of that dream I prayed and move on.