What I Saw While I Was Gone: My Coma Dreams & The Night I Almost Died

When I was admitted to the hospital, I don’t remember anything right away. But what I do remember is this: my brain never stopped. People say coma means you're "asleep," but for me, it was the opposite. My mind was wide awake. Dreaming. Living. Fighting. I call them my coma dreams, and they are burned into my soul.

This is where my story begins.

A House That Wasn’t Ours

I "woke up" in a car with my husband. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He said we were going to our new house—but I didn’t remember moving. This house was in a rough neighborhood, crowded with family. I was in a hospital bed. A nurse was with me, giving me meds. The only thing I really knew was I was sick.

That night, my husband told me goodnight and went to sleep in a different room. I felt so alone and confused. He was acting as if everything was just normal! The next morning, SWAT had surrounded the house. Turns out, there had been a problem with the house trade. We had to escape fast. I mean SWAT was on the roof!

Then, just like that, we were in a store. My husband, my son, the nurse, and me. It was being held up for political reasons. I know, odd. The nurse talked the gunmen down, and they let us go. I had to leave my husband and son lying on the ground. I remember the fear I felt, not knowing if I would see them again. That was the last time my son appeared in my dreams. I truly believe this was the beginning of my dance with death. 

Mexico, My Uncle, and a Threat

Suddenly, I was flown to Mexico on a military-style plane. I ended up in a hospital that was old and hot. A man stood behind me in the shadows: my Uncle. I could barely see him, but I knew he was there.

I was terrified. He said he blamed me for our grandpa’s death. He said he came to kill me. I couldn't speak nor move. How was I going to alert someone of this threat?

Luckily, my nurse heard him and called the police. He had a gun. They arrested him—but he didn’t disappear. In every dream after, he was there...fading in and out, always watching.

The Most Terrifying Moment: Near Death

The worst part came in the middle of this harrowing journey.

I had been kidnapped by a group from China. They wanted to harvest my ovaries for a rare medication. I was strapped to a cold metal table in an operating room. My body couldn’t move. My heart raced with fear.

Then—chaos.

People started running. Everyone was evacuating. And then they came: two samurai warriors. One dressed in red. One in white. They were fighting each other over me, and it seemed like they’d rather kill me than let the other one win.

I stared at the ceiling, paralyzed, and finally said, "Jesus, please just take me."

I was ready to die. Ready for peace. Ready for it to end. I didn't want to experience the pain of being sliced in half.Even though it meant leaving my husband and children, I knew jesus was the only way. I was bound for heaven. 

And then—🙏 my eyes opened. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can still see it so vividly. I was lying there on that cold table, and I saw a bright light and clouds folding in as if Jesus himself was gently closing the gates of heaven—whispering that it wasn’t my time. In that moment, I felt peace wash over me, and overwhelming gratitude filled my heart. He had saved me—body and soul.

The samurai were gone. My husband was there. The instant joy I felt seeing his face. I almost couldn't believe it. 

He told the nurse to remove all the IVs, picked me up, and carried me back to Christ. Back to the hospital. Back to life.

A Divine Rescue

Looking back now, I know that was the night I almost died. I think my journey in those coma dreams and my nearness to Jesus during that time is why, when I finally woke up and they told me the devastating news of what my body had endured for the past 11 days, I simply said, "Well, thank God I'm alive."

Doctors said I had a 10% chance of surviving the night. And in that cold, spiritual operating room, I had nothing left. I surrendered. I called out to Jesus.

And He answered.

He saved me. Not just physically, but spiritually. My soul had to surrender before my body could recover.

These weren’t just dreams. These were visions. These were battles. This was warfare.

And Jesus won.

If You’re in a Dark Place Now

Maybe you feel like you're strapped to that metal table. Maybe life has felt like one long, terrifying dream.

I want to tell you something:

Call out to Jesus. He is the only one who will carry you out.

He is the only one who can.

Psalm 18:16-17 (NIV)
"He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me."