What dreams may come...

So, dreams and where they come from have been on my mind lately. Seems like great subconsciousnesses think alike, eh Gwenn?

1. My co-worker's husband works for the Apex PD. She said he and one of his co-workers had a wreck last night while chasing a speeder. No injuries at all. Creepy thing, though... he said he'd had a dream the night before; he and the same guy were his were in a wreck in the Same. Exact. Location.

Creeeeeeepy!

2. Last night, I had a dream that 2 of my friends and I were at a BBQ in my aunt's backyard. I looked over my shoulder and saw two people dressed in Hazmat-like suits with bombs strapped to their chests. They had ping-pong ball sized shrapnel attatched to their suits. I realized what they were there to do, and I started running away when I saw one guy motion for his remote detonater (pah! as if I could outrun an explosion). I crouched on the ground at one point, but when the explosion didn't come, I looked up toward the bombers. That's when I saw the explosion and expected to be dead.

Here's the wierd thing...

It didn't scare me. The thought of "I might be dead" didn't even freak me out a little. I did have a realization, though, and I look forward to your comments/thoughts. When we die and are immediately in the Lord's presence, is it like a slow fade to white? Or is it more like a scene change in a movie where the change is split-second? I know none of us will ever be able to answer this on "this side" but what do you think? (In my dream, I had a slow fade to white, and was startled when I didn't see Jesus' face.)

Anyway... dreams. Interesting things.