A mysterious briefcase and a jump

I have had a reoccurring dream since I was very small. I'm not sure what or why what I was carrying in a briefcase was so important at first. I just knew these people who were at first blobs wanted it badly and had chased me to the top of a building. Between them killing me and letting myself be free I jump letting the contents of the briefcase spill out over the town below. As I've gotten older and the dream has reoccured the blobs have morphed into militarized police. The briefcase contents have morphed into newspaper shreds and rainbow confetti. And no matter what- I jump. I would not be taken alive when they have taken away all that I have loved in my life.

This dream is usually followed up by another that I hope in sharing will help some people be at ease. For even if we do perish here, there is an afterlife that fits to your ideal and you'll eventually see your friends and family again. Sure its not a perfect world either but its easier and ones stress and worry is eased as well.

This dream that follows the jump is of a lovely yellow farmhouse of my and my fiancé's dreams. I'm waiting for them to come home and my friends to visit. The table is set for a dinner and in the living room I have our unfinished DnD game ready to go. And I wait until a voice thats always different. Always a different gender and age eases in and says "Its not time yet. Go home and do what you can. You may rest when it is time." Before I leave to wake up I see others experiencing their other ideals. Crying over reunions in the distance or enjoying the time they were denied when alive.

Relevant context: I can’t give out much but I can say that I am Jewish and queer with family that has been very in tune with the dead, premonitions, and gut feelings. Multiple family members have recounted their experiences in meeting the dead shortly after they have passed. Like my grandmother with her father, my great grandparents with each other, and myself with my fiances father before I knew his name or appearance. Times are going to be tough and were not all going to make it. But if your time is short (which I hope it isn’t) know that there's a place for you after. A place where we can all be content.

-Anonymous
Dream occurred 12/31/2024