Dream about Preparing For Death is a metaphor for your perceptiveness, insightfulness and observation. You feel that time is passing you by. You are feeling exposed. The dream is a signal for a visitation of a spirit or a communication from your subconscious. You are re-evaluating your life and what you have accomplished.
Preparing For Death represents new beginning and spiritual enlightenment. You are testing the limits or boundaries. You are looking at something from a new angle or different perspective. Your dream points to a huge change in your personal relationship. Seemingly small beginnings will have the greatest potential for growth.
Dreaming of Prepare and Death
Death in dream is a clue for the current state of your body while you are dreaming. You are upside down. You need to get to the core of some matter. The dream is a metaphor for undying and never ending love. You feel stifled in some way.
Dream about both “Prepare” and “Death” stands for your ambivalence, confusion, or ignorance in a situation. You need to celebrate, communicate, embrace and express your feelings. You are not giving enough attention to some relationship. Your dream is an indication for unexpressed hostility which may erupt in violence if not expressed in a controlled manner. You may be trying to solve a problem and seek out the truth about some worrisome issue.
Dream about preparing for death is a metaphor for your fleeting desires of being wild, free and spontaneous. You take pleasure in the simple things in life. You need to draw on your energy for strength. Your dream symbolises trust in relationship. You are going in to many direction.
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I was physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausted in this dream. I was preparing for my death by prepping my bed-like area with beautiful flowers around it. I no longer cared what people thought of my giving up/giving in. I laid down and began to die. It was peaceful and I felt like I was finally resting. The exhaustion was leaving my body. I was ok with it.
My mother and other family members were preparing a room in a house for my death. There was a single inflatable mattress made up with blankets in the middle of the room with a sink and gloves. I kept walking around as if I was fine but then would run out of breath and act like I was fragile and then after talking to someone, I was back to normal. I would walk around the house, but The room was still set up with the bed I was supposed to die on.