I was planning to go to the Buddhist lodge today to offer prayers for my dad, but they said that the time of death is important for this purpose. Unfortunately I can only guess the time when he passed away as I wasn't there with him. Despite feeling extremely lousy, I hoped in my heart that dad would give me some indication so that I could give the right time.
Not sure if this is the reason why for the first time after he passed away, I had a dream of him yesterday night. At about 5 something, my son woke up and cried for milk. I proceed to prepare it and went back to sleep, this is when I started having the dream.
The dream started with me along walking down a granite path in the middle of the night in this deserted HDB estate. the road was initially well lit by the street lamps and towards the end of the road the street lights were not working, nonetheless I still pressed on, I can only see the path through the moon light and my torch - interestingly the moon light was very bright and I have no problem finding my way forward. Half way through I noticed that the path seem to be haunted by this bodiless head rolling on the granite path, I shone my torch on it but can't make it out very well, I can only feel its presence. When I turned the corner, that is when i see a huge mock of shadowy spirits swaying towards me, I ran as fast as I could the opposite direction into the well lit street, as I turn back I saw the shadowy figures moving slowly towards me, but out of nowhere, people started coming out of their flats and a battle ensued, thereafter, the dream became more like a computer game....
this is when all these nonsense abruptly stopped and the scene changed, I am outside this small room where i saw my dad emerging out of the room. He looked his usual stout self (before he suffered from kidney failure), bright eyes and looked very healthy. For a moment I started doubting that he had passed away as he is standing in front of me, perfectly alive! I kneel in front of him seeking for his forgiveness, he didn't say much and next thing i told him that I will show him to his new home , he quietly followed me, and this was about the same time that my sis arrvied apparently getting the news from me, my daughter, Yao was also there with us.
Next we came to this waiting room which has a hospital setting with a couple of other women waiting to go into the next room we sat at a sofa and this is when i realised that we are the only ones who can see my dad. Even for myself at some point of time he is a mist of white smoke. I helped him up and sat beside us, then thinking that we haven't had a picture together for a while now I requested for the women in front of us to take a family picture for all of us.
This is when the dream ended as my son started crying again and i had to carry him. I then looked at the clock and saw that it is 6:21am, I started asking myself was this the time he passed away or was it the time in the dream? (the dream seem to be in a morning 8-9am setting). This might all be just a dream and nothing more, but I hope it is an indication that he is all well, happy and healthy again. one thing to note is that I haven't had any dreams for a very, very long time already. I am going to the buddhist lodge this evening, I wish that I would have an answer by today.
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