Whispers Between Life and Death
When Death Speaks in Dreams
Some dreams vanish with the sunrise. Others refuse to leave. They stay sitting on your spirit like a truth you didn’t ask for but were chosen to receive. When my brother died, I saw it before it happened. A month before his passing, I woke from a dream that didn’t feel imagined. In the dream, I heard gunshots in the distance: “POW! POW! POW!” Then chaos erupted. People were running and screaming, “Your brother is dead, your brother is DEAD!” The terror in their voices burned into me.
I never saw my brother’s lifeless body in that dream. And in real life, that became the haunting truth: he went missing for 71 days, and by the time he was found, we couldn’t view his remains. He had to be cremated. But in the dream, what I did see was him running through a graveyard at full speed. Not afraid. Not confused. Focused. Alert. Like a man on a mission, even through death’s doorway.
When I woke up, the feeling didn’t let me go. It stayed heavy on my chest. I couldn’t move. I felt caught between worlds — physical and spiritual overlapping. When the weight finally let go, I collapsed to the floor and cried my heart out. When my mom told my brother about the dream weeks before he was murdered, he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t surprised. He was peaceful. Almost knowing. He said something I didn’t understand at the time: “Taylor’s life is about to change.”
He was preparing me. And I didn’t know it. His destiny was tied to mine. His exit was the beginning of my awakening. Five years later, as the anniversary of his death approaches, I found myself entering my second rebirth phase; a new spiritual skin forming around an old wound.
2025
2025 has been a beautiful and brutal teacher. A year of blessings, but also a year that stretched my faith and patience. Days before my mother’s emergency surgery in August 2025, I dreamed of her death. I recognized the feeling immediately — the same spiritual heaviness. But this dream didn’t end in death. In the dream’s final moment, she walked up to me and the group I was speaking with, wearing a suit, looking like she had just closed a million-dollar deal. Standing tall and powerful. Someone in the group said, “Tracy, I thought you were dead!” She smiled and said, “I’m not dead. I’m here. I have ARRIVED.” And then she took my hand. Pride filled me. Joy too. Because that IS my mama, the one who survives what should’ve destroyed her.
The next day, I told her about the dream. And not long after, she became critically ill due to kidney stones. Sepsis had already begun spreading through her body. However, due to divine timing and her intuition, it was caught in time. She had to undergo a procedure where holes were drilled into her kidneys to drain the infection. The strongest warrior I know. My mom is now on her way to a full recovery and is doing fine. God is great!
So, When Death Calls in Dreams, What Do We Do?
Not every dream is a fantasy. Not every vision is a threat. Some dreams are spiritual preparation. Some are warnings. Some are protection. The difference is in the feeling. A meaningless dream fades. A divine message lingers.
The ones that matter stay sharp:
A voice
An outfit
A room
A phrase
An emotion that logic can’t explain
Dreams with spiritual instruction feel deep, heavy, and rooted. They clarify. They awaken. They ignite. That’s when you know it’s not just your mind; it’s God, your ancestors, your higher self trying to get your attention. Are we hearing God or hearing our own thoughts? It depends.
Were you grounded before the dream?
Did the message bring clarity?
Did it feel symbolic or literal?
Most dreams disappear. Dreams meant for instruction repeat. They echo. They haunt. They teach.
Psychologists say dreams involving death often show up during major emotional or spiritual transitions — symbolic endings before real-world changes. In ancestral and spiritual traditions across Africa, the Indigenous communities of the Caribbean, and Latin America, death dreams are viewed as messages from ancestors or spirit guides, preparing individuals for shifts, protecting them from harm, or strengthening them before a storm. People who receive these dreams are often described as “intuitives,” “sensitives,” or “veil-walkers,” those who naturally move between spiritual and physical realms.
What Do I Do Now?
I keep my eyes open. I often isolate myself so I can be in a quiet place to hear God clearly. I trust what surrounds me. I trust the messages. I trust the timing. And I trust that what is meant for me will not pass me by. So when death shows up in my dreams now, I don’t panic. I listen. Because sometimes death in dreams isn’t only about physical death. It’s awakening. It’s transformation. It can be divine intervention arriving just in time to avert danger.
Final Thought
People who dream of death before transformations often share something in common: a heightened spiritual sensitivity. Not fear. Not weakness. A deeper awareness. If you’re someone who dreams of death before major shifts, maybe you don’t fear death at all. Maybe you walk close enough to the veil to hear both sides speak. In grief research, many people report precognitive or symbolic dreams before loss or transformation, hinting that the soul often knows before the body does. Spiritually, people like you are often considered channels, receivers of early warnings, protectors, interpreters of shadow and light.
So if death appears in your dreams, don’t assume destruction. It may be a sign of rebirth, a spiritual shift, a new path opening, a danger being blocked, or a destiny unfolding. Because some of us aren’t just dreamers, we’re translators of the unseen. And when death speaks to us in dreams, sometimes it’s purpose calling your name.
With truth and purpose,
Lauren Taylor
