A Dream. The D. Dream
7th April, 2008 On Monday night I had a scary dream. Or say, it’s indeed, touching. I woke up early on Tuesday and could still remembered it clearly. It touched my heart. Every picture in the dream is still, striking me.
A Dream. The D. Dream.
In the dream, I saw myself going shopping in a big funiture shop with ‘him’. We were in the section of Beds. There were a lot of mattresses and pillows. We were strolling around, checking things out, side by side, hand in hand.
After that, we left. We got into an elevator. I got in first, then him. While he was coming in, he saw a friend and turned to greet him. Just at that moment, the doors closed and he was trapped between them. We both screamed! The doors didn’t open and the elevator started to go down. The doors looked semi-transparent and I saw him being trapped with his face turning so reddish and his hands covering the chest for protection. As the elevator accerlated downwards, there were lights flickering. The fall took about 10 seconds but it felt like ages. My screams didn’t stop as I could feel his pain too. My heart was beating as fast as him but I couldn’t do anything at all. I was so frightened and helpless. What could I do? Nothing!!! I couldn’t even hear my cries with my wide-opened mouth and loudest voice while seeing him suffocate!!! We could just look at each other, with the screaming and flickering lights surrounding us.
At last the elevator reached the ground and we got out. Strangely, things turned back to ‘normal’-it seemed nothing had happened. There were no injuries, no pain but just two exhausted bodies and sorrowful souls. I bumped into him at once and he embraced me. I laid my head on his right shoulder and started to let my eyeful tears to drop into streams. We were both quiet, hugging each other tighter and tighter. He stroked me on my back…
Then I woke up on Tuesday morning, with my heart still jumping fast and my body, sweating. I felt so tired. I’d given the whole night to him because of the dream. In spite of that, I still felt grateful, for I was so closely connected to him. The experience we shared, the time we spent together and the feelings we got together were remarkable. It was scary but also full of intensive encounters. It was sentimental and touching, in another sense, to me.
I felt especially grateful as I discovered his email after saying prayers to God with the related matters when I woke up. I felt like god has been listening to me and doing something for me. I am connected with GOD. For the things I cannot decide or control, I’d leave them all for him to plan for me and, to pave the way for me. Thank GOD.
