I was a college professor with young people in my class. The classroom was in the basement of a building. I asked them many questions to get them to think and to discuss. (Much of that discussion was forgotten after I woke up.) As the final class of the semester closed, I made some general but strong points for them to know. And as that class closed, I challenged them to study for their final. The students laughed my challenge off, because what answers did I provide. I asked lots of questions. Realizing that they didn't take me seriously, I told them again to study hard. Then, I told them a part of my resume. I had been a high school teacher where most of the people flunked; they didn't want to study. Since many people flunked, I was fired.
At some point, I commented that they were not allowed back in this room until the final. If anyone came back to the room, they automatically flunked. As I was leaving, I met a teacher and asked her to return to my classroom to lock it so that no one could get into it. She reluctantly agreed.
As time progressed in this dream, I saw myself looking at pictures of people in my class. Some I could identify by name, but others not.
In the next image of the dream, I was walking with two or three male students from the class. We see this tall, thin, nerdish type of guy (whatever that means) surrounded by a couple other guys. I am not sure if they were already beating him or just threatening to beat him. Our small group steps in to support the tall thin guy. The other guys back off from him and leave. I am not sure why they left. Could they no longer bully him because we were there, or did they somehow respect my position as a teacher?
Following that incident, the tall thin student mentioned a girl in the class. He referred to a comment she had made in class. (I don't remember that comment anymore. It was significant to discussion in the class; I remember that.) Then, I am blunt with this student, and with which I had been walking. She died. This nerdish fellow who we rescued is shocked. He may have had some feelings toward her. I believe he begins to cry, yet he also expresses some anger. I then add, "I am a grief counselor. The only reason we had the class was to prepare you for her death." I know that this doesn't seem to make sense to rest of the story, but that is what I said.
As we continue to walk, we come to the outside stairwell that leads down to our classroom. We meet one or two other students there. They want to go back to the classroom - the forbidden place. For some reason I agree. However, something is wrong with the steps, but there is a ladder. They would need to climb down the ladder backwards. That is where the dream ends.
I woke up and pondered that dream. I asked God what that dream meant. He made it clear to me that part of my role in life is to prepare people for death. The Spirit then reminded me of Chuck Swindoll's words, "You are not ready to live until you are ready to die." How am I to get people ready for death? Ask questions. Try to get them to think. Have some general but strong answers prepared, and point them to it. After all, I don't want people to flunk the final.