He’s in his car, he says he’s been in a car accident and will be home late, need to wait for police and ambulance to come first, etc. He doesn’t show the car or the accident, I can only see his shoulders and face.
Then he asks to see the kids because he wants to which them good night. The kids say their goodnights to him, they are drowsy in bed. He gives them a smile but I get a feeling deep in my stomach that made it churn, something about his smile. Like he was trying to be brave and project like there’s nothing wrong.
Then he says ok he’s got to go. And that was that.
An hour later, he’s still not home. I am asleep and I get a call, informing me that he’s been in an accident and did not survive. 😳
Then my dream fast forwards to like a few days later, I’m at work (as a primary school teacher??? I mean in real life I used to teach in secondary school, and now I teach my primary school children almost every day … revision etc… so maybe it comes from there)
Anyway, it’s an excursion. Then there’s some emergency, that some students (like primary 1) are struggling at the shallow end of this body of water. I needed to go save them, but to do that, I need to dive down underwater into this like labyrinth tunnel thing and emerge on the other side.
I take a deep breath and go down, but halfway through, my goggles come off 🤷🏻♀️. And I can’t see a thing, the saltwater stings my eyeballs so badly, I’m about to panic.
Then I feel a force gently pushing me through the tunnels, manoeuvring me through the tunnels. All I did was hold my breadth and keep my eyes shut. And I feel it’s him.
It’s my Bubba.
I put both hands on my heart as he was pushing me all the way through. I do it as a sign for him, hoping he would notice and know that I know he was helping me.
My husband has said on many occasions so far in the last 8 years we been together, that if he dies first, he will come back in spirit and hopes I would be aware that he’s with me and the kids and to send him a sign to show him that yes I feel you around Bubba. (He also jokes that he would be a CB spirit and haunt me if like I quickly settle with some guy after his death lol. )
… and then I woke up, in tears. Typed what happened into my phone so I would remember it in the morning. And I do. Very vividly.
It’s scary how real it felt — not just the death, but the just before and after parts after too.
It feels so real because it's exactly the kind of thing he would do in such a situation. he would video call but not let on how serious something is, but he would make that call just to see us one last time. And he would make sure that the last time we see him would be a happy one, like he wants to be remembered that way (not mangled in horrific or suffering)... so even though he was probably mortally injured, he hid it so we had a peaceful last glimpse of him. And he made sure to smile for the kids before leaving the earth forever. And then of course, he comes back as a spirit to watch over us. That's the kind of man he is. He's got heart, he's got grit.
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I’ve been thinking about what it might mean. They say dreaming of a spouse dying doesn’t usually predict anything literal — it’s more about change, endings and beginnings, or even fears we haven’t voiced. Maybe it’s about me changing, or us changing.
Have you ever dreamt of your significant other dying?
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