Close Call

Many of us have experienced weird dreams right? I guess I have my own. I went home late last Thursday evening, and feeling sleepy and groggy I went straight to my bed. I do sometimes have difficulty in sleeping but that night was such a breeze. However, my mind brought me to someplace and I could still remember that particular dream: the sky was black, and every picture or image that i saw was pale. The setting was our old street in Manila, where I have spent my childhood. It was very unusual; it was used to be a happy and busy street. Then, faces of people began to appear, I recognized all of them, and i know them all, but they passed away already. Those are faces of dead people, but they don’t appear scary. They lined up, as if directing or leading me to somewhere. Until I saw the end of the line, it was our house that was brightly lit. If these people are dead already, I thought that moment, maybe what I am going to see inside our house are also dead peole who are dear to me. So, I hurriedly went inside our house and soon as I entered I was blinded by the light. I took quite sometime before I could see shapes and then faces began to appear… I saw some of my relatives who have gone ahead of me they were all looking at me and smiling at me. The feeling was different; at funeral or burials I always preach that we never have to grieve that much, for at the end of our lives we will meet together again and the first faces we will see are the faces of our loved ones who will welcome us in the kingdom. It was happening that moment. All of them are dressed in white, some Jesuit priest that I know, my buddy Macky and Christian, my cousin Lalai, and my Lolo. I could feel my heat beating faster when I thought of someone, after long years of separation we will meet again. Then I saw her, sitting at end of the corner. I stopped for a while and try to take a glimpse of her and she is still beautiful as ever. She saw me, smiled at me and extended her arms. But a person whom I did not recognize blocked my sight and told me “sorry, but there is something you still have to do.” He touched my head, and suddenly I felt something was stucked into my head, it was so painful. And that pain woke me up from my sleep.

I woke up breathing rapidly; I could still feel the pain in my head. I got up and went to the kitched and drank water.I try to remember as long as I could all of the events happened in my dream. I dont think that it was a bad dream. Maybe a glimpse of the life next. Maybe it was trying to tell me something, or something that I have to finish and my task now is to find what it is. This would be an adventure. [play: mission impossible music]