I had recently declared that I could remember only one vivid dream in my life. Since then I can now recall two others, one of which had influenced a decision I made the following morning.
In the first dream, it was a bright sunny morning and I was welcoming a visiting dignitary at the office. It turned out to be my late father. My father had passed away from an illness but in the dream he was in the pink of health and smiling broadly. We hugged each other and I commented about how well he looked; he said that he had recovered fully from his sickness whilst in Mekah, where he had been. The dream was so vivid that the hug felt real. I awoke with a strange, indescribable feeling, maybe a sense of closure, I'm not sure.
In fact, hubby had a similar dream recently regarding our brother-in-law who had passed on almost two years ago. The dream was set in an usrah gathering at his house which, when he was alive, he had hosted for a period of maybe eight years or so prior (It is still on-going by the way). He was, in the dream, his normal cheery self and was engaging in some back-slapping with hubby. It had seemed so real, according to hubby, that it took him a while upon waking to realise that it was only a dream.
As Muslims, we are not supposed to speculate on dreams but then again, it's nice to know that those dreams were pleasant ones.
Al-Fatihah to both arwahs.
About six years ago, hubby and I happened to walk in on a sales promotion of a luxury condominium. We were so taken in by the marketing and promptly decided to book a unit; it was a double-storey unit on the ground level facing a nice-looking cascading swimming-pool, according to the scaled model that we saw. I had my cheque-book at the time and coolly signed off RM5,000 booking fees. The next morning, from the time I awoke until I reached the office I was contemplating the dream that I had during the night. I mentioned it to hubby who smiled and said it was up to me. At 9.00 am I picked up the phone and used my bank's tele-banking service to cancel the cheque that I had signed the previous day. Then I called up the salesperson involved and told him the news. He clearly sounded disappointed, and understandably so since I had denied him a fat commission.
So what had I dream? In the dream, I saw on the construction site of the condominium, a HUMONGOUS PILE OF PUTRID SMELLY DOG POO AS TALL AS A MOUNTAIN!
Had you been me, wouldn't you have made the same decision?
Well, the third dream was a good one, so they said. In the dream, hubby and I were just married (in real life at that time we had been married about 15 years already) and we were waiting to take our place at the pengantins' table at the kenduri. On the menu was bubur asyura. As we were waiting at the doorway, the bubur asyura suddenly started spilling from the huge kawah over-flowing onto the floor and into the reception area. Nobody could stop the flow and it seemed to flow and flow. Then I awoke.
According to a few people at the office, it was a good omen. I don't know, but not too long after that, I was given a promotion. Alhamdulillah!
Good-night and Sweet Dreams........................