I am in a door-less white square room the size of a hospital critical care room.
Nothing is in the room but four beautiful black horses, each facing a corner, one of the Four Directions, and their trainer, who tells me the horses’ only role is to pull the dead person’s body into the next world.
I am in there with them and there is no window or door.
Now I know someone will die, and I start thinking against all logic it is me. This dream repeats for three nights.
Nothing is in the room but four beautiful black horses, each facing a corner, one of the Four Directions, and their trainer, who tells me the horses’ only role is to pull the dead person’s body into the next world.
I am in there with them and there is no window or door.
Now I know someone will die, and I start thinking against all logic it is me. This dream repeats for three nights.
The dreamer wrote me about the background to this dream:
On July 4, I suffer shortness of breath and growing chest pain. By midnight I know I am having a serious heart attack. I go by ambulance to the local hospital and am sent by ambulance to St. Lukes in NYC. A doctor I stupidly let my insurer pick says I need an angiogram.
On the table, they discover four 80-90% blockages in three arteries. She starts stenting. The pain is over the top, unbearable when she inflates the balloons. I keep saying it’s 15 on a scale of 10 and she acts like I am just anxious (not at all that type).
I say please wait till tomorrow to do the last one; I don’t think I can live through it, seriously. She says she is leaving on vacation and has to do it or I’ll get “the weekend staff.”
In fact, a few minutes later I arrest. The head of stroke neurology of that hospital later tells me I was dead for over 5 minutes. I finally came out delerium and aphasia for over a day, in cardiac ICU 13 days… On the cardiologist’s own report she admits shooting an air bubble by mistake into my heart, killing me.
The dreamer also writes about the dreams just before this repetitive nightmare:
In summer 2004, I had a brief series of increasingly urgent dreams predicting my cardiac death.
I somehow knew they were predictive but could not at first imagine that they were about me.
I was very healthy, with a “perfect” cardiac profile and no family history; my one risk factor was occasionally high CRP, which my cardio blew off, saying it was from my autoimmune disease, scleroderma.
I always wondered why it mattered what caused inflammation in the blood vessels; one sustains the same damage. Re the dreams, I am not a horsewoman; the horses were a striking new dream note.
From out of the blue in late June 2004:
I dreamed that a beautiful riderless chestnut horse (color of my hair) was walking toward me through a crowd in a public park.
There were riding boots backward in the stirrups, which I knew meant death.
In the dream and on waking, I thought “Of course, death is among us always. Death doesn’t scare me; it just is part of life.
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There were riding boots backward in the stirrups, which I knew meant death.
In the dream and on waking, I thought “Of course, death is among us always. Death doesn’t scare me; it just is part of life.
The next day I dreamed I got off a subway going north and encountered a terrible train wreck; bodies lay everywhere.
I wanted to help but EMS and ambulances were there.
I walked back south toward New York City, sad but powerless to help.
This series of series preceding hospitalization for cardiac problems is remarkable for the strength of its imagery and the archetypal images. Characteristics of these dreams that are similar to other prodromal dreams include:
Black features predominately in the dream (click “black” under categories on the sidebar)
A hospital setting is present
The emotions in the dream are intense and unpleasant, a feeling of dread.
Most importantly and most strongly, it is a repetitive nightmare.
Nightmares — whether they are about bodily or psychological material — need to be paid close attention to and understood. They are not so much different than sirens of a tsunami warning or other possible dangers……