A strange dream...

In this dream, I am seen walking with two heavy bags. I assume those are my sins and stress that I am carrying as bags. The dream starts with myself stopping at a shop to buy my favourite sweet for one last time. I am alone. And, I am in the streets of the locality where I was born and brought up. 

As I stand there and enjoy the sweet all for myself, I see that the place that once was, is undergoing massive transformation and many developmental projects are happening in almost all the directions I turn to see. I sighed and said to myself, "If only I was  gifted enough, I could also have settled in this locality and lived Life like all my peers".

With daylight fading, I begin to walk past the route I used to commute during my childhood. I can feel the heaviness of the two bags, which I have an understanding are my sins and stress that I am carrying in this final journey along with me.

It starts to rain and it is totally dark now. Suddenly, I find myself stranded on a very tiny piece of land that can barely let me stand there without touching the water surrounding me. It appeads like I am stranded in mid-sea. The storm had grown by many times its initial intensity. I am totally drenched and I am standing there without any clue as to how I got there. 

All of a sudden, I begin to hear voices saying this is the end and I will have no chance to survive. I begin to pray, closing my eyes, tears start to roll out as I begin to ask God, "Wherever I go, will there be no peace? Now, is my death also going to be so filled with pain as this water drowns me? Why, oh God! Is it too much to wish for at least a peaceful death?"

There was a loud crack of thunder, the rain got harder and I began to prepare myself to face the drowning and I turn around to see a huge wave with all its roaring might approaching this tiny piece of land. Even before I could guess the height of the wave, the wave comes crashing down upon me. I seem to be viewing this event from a third person view, like a bird's eye view. As the wave subsided, I search to see where my physical remains are but, I hear voices that are saying, "Did you see that? The force of the wave completely dissolved him.... No. I guess he vapourised even before the wave hit him..... No, No. He did not die. This is not a painful death. He has attained moksha. He was absorbed by the elements of nature and vanished....".

Finally, a strong voice says, "No, no. He would have felt no pain. Even before the brain could tell the body about the pain, the water with its force dissolved him and freed his soul. Now, he is a free spirit. This is not death. One has to be gifted to attain this state." As I heard these words, I opened my eyes and found myself still trapped in this body. I spent hours sitting and replaying this over and over again. What can you make out from this, Bubbles \(^_^)/  ? -rPhoenix