Last year in March I had a car fall on me. It crushed my ribs on one side and broke my collarbone on the other. I died under the car. My brother somehow got it of me. I saw the gates of haven. Then a voice said it was not my time. I came to with the same voice telling to stand up. So did. The emts didn't belive I was walking and talking to them. But just a few days ago I started having dreams of it. Looking at it from above. Seeing every thing. What's dose this mean. Thankfully to be alive.