Hi,

I looked up this forum so that I could write down what I dreamed about last night but also so that people may be able to help me concerning it. May I just add that I am not a "believer", by that I mean I don't believe in the afterlife, magic, fairies, angels etc

The dream is as follows:

I open my eyes and I am in a sunlit field, although it is not uniform; it has a little hit, some willow trees, picnic benches and an area where a woman is cooking pasta, around which there are sat about 8 people. The are lots of other people milling around, some children, some middle age, a few old people.

Altough I do not think I have met the people before, a couple of them that I talk to seem familiar and they claim to know me, as I have been to this place before but I don't know it yet.

I help a child fly a little paper plane and seem to be "settling in" when the woman making the pasta calls me over. I sense straight away that she is "in control" somehow.

I go over and sit with the other people. I look at their faces and I feel like I have done this before. She offers me some pasta but I say know and they all chuckle - I get offended but she says oh its ok, you will have some next time.

She then stares at me and I feel a little afraid, she says "do you want to see your parents now?" (my parents in real life are deceased 8 years ago). I then (this confuses me alot) feel very afraid at the concept and keep repeating "no". She then looks compassionate and says "its ok, you don't have to, its ok".

She then tells the people around the pasta table that they are around the table because they are a bit more aware of where they are than the others. She says the others will in time come to her but not yet. She says some of the children are brought by adults but some she brings herself. She then says some words but I can't here her as well any more and things are going grey.

That's it, I wake up. I am sure I have had this dream a number of times but I only realised that this morning.

The reason I am unnerved is I think I know what it means, but I do not believe it. I know that the people there "that day" are the people that will die at the same time as me. The people at the pasta table are either non-believers like me, or they are more lucid about the events, I am not sure which. I am familiar with the people because I will dream about the field/people many times before it happens.

Thanks for your time,
John.