For a while, I’ve been pondering a theory of mine that some of our dreams can be bona fide visions, symbolic or literal. About a week ago, I had one of the most vivid dreams I’ve ever had that revolved around what my funeral could look like.
I was in a massive, beautiful church that heavily resembled the church I grew up in, with the one biggest difference being the stained glass windows. In my home church, our sanctuary’s altar is flanked on both sides by tall stained glass windows with abstract designs. In this dream, the sanctuary only had one stained glass window: a large, beautiful portrayal of Jesus as the welcoming King of Heaven. He must’ve been wearing a red, kingly robe, because the sunlight shining through the window was primarily a beautiful shade of scarlet, potentially a reference to the His Blood.
On top of that, the instant this scene began, I heard the song “The Sending” from the popular JRPG game Final Fantasy 10 playing in the background, even though I had no music playing while I was asleep. I heard the lyrics quite vividly, and the importance of the selected tune wasn’t lost on me. You see, “The Sending” is a mournful but hopeful variant of the game’s “Hymn of the Fayth”, a Gregorian-esque prayer composed of Japanese syllables.
As the song opened in the dream, my body was placed in the middle of the altar in an open coffin, looking young and at peace. Several people passed by it to pay their final respects, including a handsome man who tenderly placed his hand on my body; he may’ve been my future husband, for all I know. When everybody sat back down in the pews, the song peaked, and the real beauty of the dream began.
My coffin had been placed in the path of the sunlight pouring through the aforementioned stained glass window of Jesus. The glorious scarlet light intensified to a brilliant hue, and three streams of golden light danced through the glass, manifesting over my body as incarnations of Jesus, God the Father and the Holy Spirit, all three incarnations of the Trinity beaming.
God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit hovered over my body and lifted my soul up and out of my body, showing myself happy likewise, and robed in something white/golden. As the song neared its quiet end, I was allowed to float into the seated crowd to gently say goodbye to a girl who was presumably my best friend. When the song ended, the dream also ended, and needless to say, I was at peace when I woke up.
Again, I looked as young as I am now in this dream, and as such, I’ve wondered if that’s an indicator that I’ll die young. If it is, I’m not afraid. After all, if you trust in God and His Mercy, you should have no reason to fear the ultimate end of life that each of us will face one day.
I think I stopped fearing death not too long ago. I’ll be reunited with the people I’ve lost, and I’ll finally see the true end to the despair I’ve dealt with off and on; what’s there to fear?
It was pleasantly shocking to see the entire Holy Trinity manifest over me in this dream. The importance of that isn’t lost on me. And of course, I loved the stained glass of Jesus radiating that lovely scarlet hue over me; that had to be a symbol of how He’s the key to our salvation, the bridge between Heaven and Earth.
This is most definitely how I’d want my funeral to go down; and more than anything, I’d be beyond honored to have the Trinity serve as my escorts to the afterlife. What higher honor could there be?
Of note, this is the second time that a song from Final Fantasy 10 played a significant role in a spiritual personal event. The first was right after I woke up from a dream of begging people in Heaven to help me find Will, a high school classmate of mine who committed suicide a few months after we graduated. When I woke up, the following mournful tune, “Wandering Flame” was playing subtly but clear in my mind, without any warning nor any desire from me.
This is the piece that plays in the saddest scenes of the game, most notably when the main characters enter the Farplane, the game’s version of a peaceful afterlife, to pay their final respects to lost loved ones.
God really does work in mysterious ways.