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At the end of a long corridor, there was a door. It was open, a sign of invitation. Welcome and come in. No one was around but me. I hesitated to go further that maybe I was trespassing but I … Continue reading
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At the end of a long corridor, there was a door. It was open, a sign of invitation. Welcome and come in. No one was around but me. I hesitated to go further that maybe I was trespassing but I … Continue reading
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us what you find on the other side.
Dreams, I like dreaming even if it turns into a nightmare. Nightmares are just dreams, nothing to be scared about. It’s scarier when I am wide awake having to deal with everyday living. Pick a door? When I pick a particular entry that opens to the unknown and enter it, what’s behind one door is connected to the other gate. It does not really matter which door I choose. This is what I call a dream within a dream. I can quickly go back to a dream and continue dreaming.
There is a particular dream that is etched in the most recesses of my mind, body, and soul. The time was the early year of 1998. I was temporarily living in the basement of my friend, Jan, as I was on my way to be of service to ABC (AIDS Baby Centre) in Chiangrai, Thailand. That basement was hellish, but I told Jan, I will turn hell into heaven. And I did. Jan just loves how I transformed her basement into heaven.
About the dream, skipping the details, this is the ending: I opened my eyes, and I saw a single EYE surrounded by luminous light. The Eye was staring at me. I don’t know how long I started back. And suddenly, fear kicked in, and I said: “Lord, I am not ready for this.” Then I closed my eyes and went to deep dreamless slumber. I woke up and missed out the better part of the morning, it was almost noon.
Ever since I become fixated with eyes. I look at everyone’s eyes to see if I could capture that eye in someone else. I am longing to go back to that “Eye” dream. I am now ready to look straight to that “Eye.” As a result, my nightly prayer before I lay down to sleep, my last words are: “Lord, come and visit me in my dreams.”