I found your story interesting. For decades I had a recurring dream of falling off a skyscraper and waking up just before I landed on a vendor fruit cart and it did not in any way involve God, I hadn’t had the dream in many years but when it suddenly came up again I relented in the dream and accepted death by putting my arms to my sides and aiming head first. In this last dream it wasn’t typical skyscraper and fruit cart but falling off the ledge of the Grand Canyon. As I was saying, I accepted and aimed myself like a missle for the ground. I hit and after the dust cleared it revealed the most peaceful beautiful view of the most blue and calming sky. As I laid looking up to that sky I began to notice my periphery vision and saw my leg right next to, laying parallel, with my head. It did not bother me one bit. I was at peace. Then I woke up. I have never had a falling dream since.

I should note that I am a believer also and do not fear death. Perhaps this is the moment subconsciously I stopped fearing death as well. I now hold the belief that I, and we (other believers), are indestructible, until our purpose for His will has been fulfilled. I now look forward to that day eagerly. I will not tempt that day but oh how I long for it.

To be in the company of Jesus, there is no better description of paradise. This world cannot compete.

Edit: Grammar and spelling