Hidden Treasure in Dreams

Last night, I had this horrifying yet mind opening dream. When I wake up this morning my emotions are mixed, part of me was scared and lonely, another part of me felt relieved that it was just a dream, part of me felt confused and funny in a way. I was speechless and startled for a moment as rolls of sweat racing down through my face. I looked for my wife who was still peacefully asleep, I can’t keep but to admire her simple beauty and before I realized my arms are already hugging her. I kissed her and in a modulate voice I whispered the words ‘I love you’ in her right ear as I always do but this time it felt different. I WAS DEAD! Yes, I died in my dream last night.

Well, the details were blurry and out of context as most of our dreams were. It’s just that I was dead and I was inside our ancestral house in the province where memories of my childhood were piling up. On the onset of my dream, I wasn’t able to notice yet the fact that I’m already dead (let’s skip the part of how I died) but as I go along, as I realized that I’m supposedly dead, I panicked, manifested symptoms of denial and wasn’t able to accept the fate bestowed in me. I struggled and even quarreled with God; even remembering this phrase that I uttered unto Him…

“Please God give me one more chance, one more opportunity… let me live… One more chance… please… please… please…”

Ever wondering why I said those words? The answer to this question came on me when I woke up and found myself in a very reflective mood… There is only one reason that I can put into it… I AM NOT YET READY TO DIE.

You see, as we all know, in our generation today, everyone, literally everyone is so busy doing things that are of this world. Majority of our time are spent on working; making more money, owning more than one fancy cars, having a house big enough to shelter relatives up to third degree. Sometimes, because of too much activities we feel that the time is already not enough to accomplish all the mundane concerns and activities that we are doing. Well, the question is, where will all these lead us, lead our lives? Have we ever make room for a more spiritual things and activities?

In my dream last night, when I realized that I am already dead, I felt lot of regrets and frustrations oozing out from within me for not giving more time in doing the things that matter most rather than spending so much time on things that are less important. This happens to almost everyone of us and we don’t realize it until it is too late. Why this happens all the time? Maybe, because all of us know that we are going to die but no one believes it. Because if we did, we would have done things differently.

Right this moment, how many of us are brave enough to ask ourselves and answer the same question…


According to a book I once read, Buddhists have a weird way of preparing themselves to die? Everyday, they put a little bird (I just don’t know if it’s a real bird or just an imaginary bird) in their shoulder and asked it, ‘Is today the day? Am I ready for death? Am I doing all I need to do? Have I become the person God designed me to be? Have I love enough?

The truth is, once we learn how will our life ends, we will learn how to live our life!

Am I ready to die? ARE YOU READY TO DIE? If today is the day, how would you feel? What would you do? Who would you spend your last hours of your life???

“For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death,

my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling,

that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living.”      (Psalm 116:8-9)

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