In a room so dark, I entered to pay respect for someone dead. Someone died whom I do not have a clue. The coffin was huge it filled up the whole room and a lady in black was standing beside. Streaming towards the coffin, the room seemed quite but full of people who were mostly familiar to me and I felt comfort. My skin feels nippy with the airy space but went ahead closer to the coffin to check who it was. She was all wrapped in black; it was hard to recognize her. To her, I ask who died and she responded to me in a soft voice “I do not know”. That moment, I came to realized who this lady was. She was long gone to rest. She died 5 years ago. How could she be here? Then, without expecting an answer, Donna responded to me “Bert is dead”. And she cried like the whole world is upon her shoulder. It was a heartfelt scenario to see her crying so heavily, she was shaking. I did not even bother to ask who Bert is.
As I tread along, a door opens and I was in a separate room. There I saw that it was raining hard outside and I woke up to the sound of the rain drops hitting the metal roof.
It was a morning dream. After taking my child to school; I decided to take a morning nap because I was feeling tired.
Upon waking up, the rain was heavy outside the window just like in my dream. I wonder if there is any hidden message in my dream as it connects to the reality of raining around my neighborhood. I even pinched myself to make sure I am wide awake...
I decided to give Donna a call and shared the details of my dream. Donna is the youngest daughter of the lady in black that was standing beside the coffin in my dream. I told her about my dream, seeing her mom wearing this black dress, wrapped around her. I ask her if anybody died recently. She said to me “You did not know Bert died”? She confirmed to me there’s truth in my dream. She did not elaborate what caused Bert’s death. How could you dream of me crying furiously, she asks? Did you know that I was crying really hard because my husband and I had a big argument last night?
I dream of someone dead long time ago, someone dead in the coffin, someone crying and I am separated from the rest until the rain comes...
What do you think of this dream?
The fruit of SILENCE is Prayer The fruit of PRAYER is Faith The fruit of FAITH is Love The fruit of LOVE is Service The fruit of SERVICE is Peace
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