Dream a dream come true...
I know I'm supposed to post the pics from that day the iftar, but i havent organised the pics la! So, since I've typed this entry some week ago, might as well, post this first horr!
In my 23 years of living, I've had too many dreams I associated my life to and many of which, I still remember to date. When I was young, I was so afraid of death that when I was struck with high fever, I would dream I was going to die. I would dream that the next day, so many ppl gathered at my house to witness my funeral. Perhaps that was just hallucinations.
Over the years, dreams start to take in forms of metaphors, of how our mothers (ok maybe just my mother) would say that dreams of shit brings money, dreams of death means the the dying person has a long life and dreams of a dead person means they have news for you. Needless to say, my dreams of shit had always been true, or so I choose to believe. and dreams of death? I dreamt a few times that my grandad passed away. Alhamdulillah, he's still alive and kicking at 78. My mom dreamt of her late father living in a huge mansion. (good news? maybe) My mom dreamt of Rasulullah too. how cool is that!?
Just last week I dreamt I pulled out my teeth one by one. with so much ease. I tot I heard somewhere, if u dream that ur teeth fall, someone's going to die. *shrugs* but San told me otherwise. "Rai, u're so stressed up u had to pull all ur teeth" haha!
Sometimes also, my dreams scare me...because oftentimes, they relate to reality. it's like a sign, an omen, that I have to be aware of. I remembered clearly that I dreamt of Singapore's twin towers collapsing before my eyes. It disturbed me so much I somehow concluded that my ambition of being an architect will crumble just like the dream. But then, two weeks later, WTC crashed.
Before I left for Aceh, I dreamt that I died of drowning twice and in both occasions, I remembered vividly that I managed to mutter the Shahadah before my life was taken away. It was such a painful dream. I could actually feel water flowing into every pore in my body. I woke up in tears but I soon forgot abt it... until... I almost drowned during beach day in Aceh, only this time, I panicked and did not remember God at all. I was swallowing so much water, I simply panicked. It was a sign wasn't it? That in a moment, Allah can slip off your mind... and everything goes haywire.
Over the years, dreams start to take in forms of metaphors, of how our mothers (ok maybe just my mother) would say that dreams of shit brings money, dreams of death means the the dying person has a long life and dreams of a dead person means they have news for you. Needless to say, my dreams of shit had always been true, or so I choose to believe. and dreams of death? I dreamt a few times that my grandad passed away. Alhamdulillah, he's still alive and kicking at 78. My mom dreamt of her late father living in a huge mansion. (good news? maybe) My mom dreamt of Rasulullah too. how cool is that!?
Just last week I dreamt I pulled out my teeth one by one. with so much ease. I tot I heard somewhere, if u dream that ur teeth fall, someone's going to die. *shrugs* but San told me otherwise. "Rai, u're so stressed up u had to pull all ur teeth" haha!
Sometimes also, my dreams scare me...because oftentimes, they relate to reality. it's like a sign, an omen, that I have to be aware of. I remembered clearly that I dreamt of Singapore's twin towers collapsing before my eyes. It disturbed me so much I somehow concluded that my ambition of being an architect will crumble just like the dream. But then, two weeks later, WTC crashed.
Before I left for Aceh, I dreamt that I died of drowning twice and in both occasions, I remembered vividly that I managed to mutter the Shahadah before my life was taken away. It was such a painful dream. I could actually feel water flowing into every pore in my body. I woke up in tears but I soon forgot abt it... until... I almost drowned during beach day in Aceh, only this time, I panicked and did not remember God at all. I was swallowing so much water, I simply panicked. It was a sign wasn't it? That in a moment, Allah can slip off your mind... and everything goes haywire.
Well, my dreams can even make me feel high sometimes... a dream that you want to live in forever. and when you wake up, you just feel awful. For instance, I dreamt about my dream (literally) man! his face was shining la! It was SOO shining I couldn't even see his profile. That dream recurred three times. :)
AND WHO THE HELL IS MY DREAM MAN?
still remains a mystery.
and there. my share of dreams that have a huge influence on my life. what's yours?
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