After so many months of lapse, i’ve got a really weird story worth sharing in this blog…I had a spooky dream two nites ago. It was about spirits of a family – five of them altogether – parents, 2 daughters (I think, from their laughters) and a son about 5 years old. but I wasn’t scared. I wanted to know more and I tracked them down and was curious to know what happened to them.
A complete story of a family’s tragic misfortune that resulted in the death of the entire family. The dad didn’t want to let go of the family he loved especially the children. He felt he has not done enough and wanted to see the children grow up. He remained a lost soul on earth.
The spirits of the mother and two daughters were caught by a shaman / medicine man and the father and son ran away and seek shelter at a dormitory where I was staying. Initially the boy’s playfulness scared the occupants but I wanted to know who he is.
So I asked, “adik sapa, mai la jumpa abang.” He duly appeared. I tried to touch him but my hand passed through him like he was a hologramme. I told him not to be afraid. I just wanted to get to know him. He obliged and after which, I could touch and feel him. He giggled and ran away to his dad. My friend and I chased after him and we met the dad.
It wasn’t the normal dream of driving to the cliff or mountain climbing then you fall off, where you wake up all sweaty and your heart beating fast. Nor was it the ghostly dream where you feel you’re trapped and suffocating and you try to break free but you can’t. It was a compellingly sad story. At the end of the dream, I hugged the dad and I said, “uncle I wish I could get to know you better, but you need to let go.”
He cried and said farewell. I woke up crying.
What are your thoughts? Was it just another meaningless dream?