Last night, I dreamt that I died.
My spirit hung around, all dressed in smart whites. Some living friends, family perhaps could still see me, and talk to me. I could have responded back, but somehow I chose to just kept peacefully quiet. I don’t know who these friends are. Their faces were fuzzy. How I knew they were friends? :- I could feel love, warmth and acceptance emanating from them.
I took a ride with a female friend. The car feels and smells like an old Cadillac. Me, still in my quiet reticent self, staring out the window, watching the autumn trees go past. From the corner of my eyes, the maple-shaped leaves collided with the windscreen. Yes it was autumn. I remember the various shades of yellow and orange and red and black. Strangely, this is the only time I ever remember dreaming in colors of any sort.
We arrived at our destination, some party of some sort. As we drove into the port-yard, I saw 2 ladies stand up from the stairways they were sitting on. The dream world has got some interesting communication physics… Somehow, I knew that the two ladies were close friends. The lady in the sundress was the event manager. The other, dressed in white, long dress sweeping the floor, was like me, a spirit.
She walked over to me, and placed her hand in mine, letting our fingers interlock. For the first time, I smiled. No words can sufficiently describe how I felt then.
It was so sweet and beautiful. My heart is still aching.
The strangest dream.
Yet I feel so loved. And liberated.
