My Most Unforgettable Dream
by, 08-12-2012 at 10:38 PM (324 Views)
One night, I had this odd dream, very different from the rest. It was so vivid, as if time and space has taken me somewhere. Maybe I was just tired when I got asleep, and I fell from a very deep sleep, very vivid that when I wake up, I could still feel it. I was confused and disturbed. When I get this kind of dream, I knew something important is about to happen in the future. I have had this kind of feeling when awoke from a dream, only to know two weeks later what its meaning is. So far, it is my most unforgettable dream. They are two actually, but back-to-back and related. As if they are connected and giving me an important message that I couldnít decode up to now. I tried to look for answers but it was all in vain and I still could not understand them. Itís a mystery which my mind cannot fathom.
In my first dream, I am standing on a plateau. The sky is blue, clear and almost without clouds. It is morning, and from that view I can see the two mountains. Thereís a war going on between different groups. I see the more powerful nation with their high tech military equipment bombarding the weaker and less high tech nation. There are planes everywhere, white in color and the design is so fantastic! (My mind cannot even design that kind of intricate complex high tech design that only highly proficient technicians can do). And those planes release their ďmissilesĒ on the lower ground that has green tanks. The green tanks and other military equipments of a weaker nation have no match to what the more advanced nation has and can do. The ďmissileĒ (from our present term) is swiftly descending and hitting the lower ground. The impact of ďmissileĒ is great and is destructing the lower ground in such a devastating degree. The speed of the ďmissileĒ hitting the ground is less than one second. The design of the ďmissileĒ is very different too from our present day missile. Theirs look like a white car with a very complex and high tech design and bombarding at a faster speed in a blink of an eye. Destructions are everywhere from how I see from the top of the plateau. There are multitudes of explosions like that of Hiroshima, but only in greater number. Itís like a stone being thrown at the water that forms a circle effect, and the color is yellow. Yellow explosions with flashes of red color and grey smoke are ubiquitous.
And then Iím on the lower ground now, and all I see is that, persons are running and they are all in fear. Iím in the middle of the chaos. There are fires everywhere. I can see the layers of an 8-storey unfinished building that is not yet walled nor painted collapsing little by little with falling debris. Though I am in the middle of the turbulent war, I can feel no danger for myself for I cannot feel the fire, the stampede, and the fear. I feel that I am in the far future. Maybe itís the end of all the wars.
And from that dream I am now in the distant past, as if teleported by time and space. This is my second dream now. I am in Rome and there is a war going on too. But unlike the first, I see the after effect of a war. Roman Empire has fallen. I see the Ionic, Doric, and Corinthian pillars of buildings lay at the top of one destroyed wall and there are many of them. Destructions are everywhere too. It was dusty. The atmosphere is grayish blue. Silent. I sit in one of the blocks of a fallen wall and I am listening to a very important figure of all time in our history. He is sitting in one of a fallen pillar on the ground. But unlike in many paintings of him, his hair is not long and curly. It is straight and shoulder-length. He is a thin man and his shoulder and collar bones are conspicuous. He has cheekbones with pale blue eyes. He looks like a Caucasian man, thirty or thirty- plus year old man. He is wearing shabby clothes. I thought that maybe he is a poor carpenter wearing only old and shabby clothes. But he doesnít look like a beggar. But there are some cuts on his clothes that show his right shoulder. His clothes look like worn-out clothes, but doesnít look like a beggarís clothes. I look on his face and Iíve never seen anything like that as far as I have lived. He is so divine, and his face is very innocent and kind with no single trace of worldliness and animosity. He is so kind and gentle. Thereís no face in this world like that. I feel like Iím in heaven. And Iíve never felt such reassurance and glorious feel, so ethereal. It just feels so light as if all of my troubles went away. He is Jesus Christ I suppose. But in my dream, he looks different from many paintings especially those works of Leonardo da Vinci. And then, he gets a rectangular stone pillar, maybe some piece of a destroyed wall. On the stone, he inscribed something that is in modern English language. I havenít remembered the exact words but the meaning is this: ďI will come again and that is a promiseĒ.
Do you think this is Jesusí second coming? That he will come after the end of all the wars which is prophesied in Revelations? For now, I donít understand what my dream means. Is it a prophetic dream? A message from heaven? I donít know. But one thing Iím sure of is that, it is a very important dream. Iím not a religious person or an atheist to dream like this but what I am sure of is, it is an important dream which has a meaning not yet defined. Something that I would want to understand and know but the time hasnít come along yet, to uncover the mystery behind it.