This is a dream I had in early June of 2011
I dreamt that we were at a campground and it started to snow. It was summer time but it was still snowing and they were forecasting a lot of it. We were planning to leave in the next day or two, but Dad was afraid we would get snowed in so we decided to leave right away. The campground was on top of a highly elevated mountain. For some reason we had to go around to different areas along this road and we had to take care of some type of business before we left. That road around the top of the mountain was too rough for our van so Mom and H. drove down the mountain to wait for us until we were done going around the mountain top road/trail taking care of what we needed to do.
The people who ran the campground gave us a horse and a wagon to drive around that mountain top road. M. was driving the horse and Dad and I sat in the back. Then we would hop out and take care of the business we had to do when we got to the places along the mountain top trail at which we had to do business. M. waited in the wagon holding the reins while Dad and I did what we needed to at each stop. Along our route we were first attacked by a bear. I was fighting it hand to hand (paw?). It seemed so real, I saw those long sharp claws and fur. I was basically getting destroyed. Then I finally got a knife out and was stabbing the bear repeatedly with the knife in my left hand as I held his claws away with my right arm. There were also some times trying to escape the bear, but he always caught up to us and he finally left injured, but I was injured also. Then we were attacked by a panther. I was fighting him also.
Then the bear returned. I was beating on the panther and Blood came gurgling and gushing out of his mouth and then he slumped over and died. But the Bear was here now but very injured and I killed him also. I was aware that I was injured and bleeding, but thinking how despite that I really felt no pain, I was still standing. Finally, I thought, now we can get off the mountain safely and everyone will be fine. Suddenly blood came gushing and gurgling out of my mouth, I thought I’ll still be alright. Then I woke up. I was sputtering saliva (or blood I thought? No) and smacking my lips. What a dream that was.
That is how it will be when we die I think, we will be waking up somewhere else.
Praise be to God that we who dwell in Christ know that we shall be with him upon the time of our bodily death.
Why such a bloody dream? I certainly was not watching television. I was reading of the destruction of Jerusalem. The judgment upon them for their wickedness in the book of the prophet Jeremiah.