Two Funerals and A Baby Boy
Lately, I had been dreaming… dreaming about things I wouldn’t want to remember the next waking moment. I’m not sure if I can call these dreams nightmares but they sure left me sitting up shuddering in the middle of the night.
I have the most vivid dreams in the past few weeks’ time. Dreams like me and my cousins crossing a broken bridge with zillions of snakes nestling snuggly under the bridge. The fear of slipping and falling off the bridge was far from what I could take… I remember waking up crying like a baby! I still don’t quite understand how dreams form in our head, messing with our mind. But that is definitely one hell of a nightmare I am trying to sleep without!
Then few nights ago… I had the weirdest dream ever! Someone in the family died… It was all too surreal… I was so scared the next day that I didn’t utter a word about the dream to mum. I don’t remember how it all started. But I remember sitting in a school bus few seats in front of my supposedly dead cousin *touchwood*… Seconds later, I saw two cousins came in the bus and carried the body away. They didn’t seem to notice my existence and they looked too wrecked to talk to anyone.
I just sat there and cried. I remember saying something like, ‘I’m sorry. It’s all my fault’ over and over again but no one could hear me… I don’t remember how my cousin ended up dead in my dream and I certainly don’t remember what I did to contribute to her death. Maybe it wasn’t even my fault and I was overcome with grief that I started to blame myself? Search me… I don’t know…
The next part of the dream is probably the queerest… I saw myself at a big field. There were at least 6 families. As I walked closer, I noticed that they were all moaning and working on the dead bodies!!! There must have been at least 6 dead bodies!! Blimey! In my dream, I started crying, each time it only grew louder… someone got really mad at me… for crying… It’s another cousin of mine. She’s the sister of my dead cousin. For some funny reasons, crying was forbidden!
I don’t remember much after that… I must have woken up crying myself silly… It felt so very strange, to dream of a living person dead, right in front of my eyes… I said a quite prayer after that and went back to sleep…
The night after, I had another dream… I was at a funeral… can’t remember whose funeral I was attending. In the dream, I saw many familiar faces. I saw people from my university, people at work, some friends and my family members. We were all wearing white and a church service was going on. We were sitting and I started to sing my heart out… amazing grace how sweet thou art… No one was sad. It felt more like a sunday mass than a funeral… but it was a funeral… Suddenly I tripped and I fell… He came with a first aid box and insisted to nurse my injured knees… I don’t remember much after that too… maybe the dream ended right there… It was such a strange dream… People from my past, present and future were all there, dressing in white, singing church hymns, in good spirit. But hey, it was a funeral… weren’t the people supposed to be sad? They appeared to be celebrating something… I woke up and checked my clock. It was only 3am…
When I checked my clock the second time, It was almost 5am. That’s the second time I woke up in between dreams… One night, two different dreams. This time I had a baby. It’s a boy… But where’s the father? Who is the father??? I’ve been trying to recall this dream but to no avail… the furthest I could remember; I had a baby boy, period. It ends there. I was doing something to the boy but at the back of my mind I just can’t recall what is it exactly that I was doing…
The next morning, I woken up pretty traumatized. The dreams really got my bad… The whole night I just kept waking up and checking my clock. I felt like my mind’s just been through a war and back! Seriously, I was mentally very tired that day… Not looking good one bit!
Too troubled by my dreams, I decided to look it up the meaning of funeral… I googled up ‘dream interpreter - funeral’…instantly the results were displayed before me. Without wasting any second, I clicked on one of the results. It reads as follow:
‘To dream of your own funeral, symbolizes an ending to a situation or aspect of yourself. You many be repressing some of your feelings or parts of yourself and the dream may be a signal for your to recogizeand acknowledge those feelings. Instead of confronting a situatio, you are dealing with it by burying it and trying to forget about it. If you are nearing death, a funeral dream may relate to your feelings/anxieties about your own death.
To dream that you are at somebody else’s funeral, signifies that you are burying and old relationship and closing the lid on the past. You may be letting go some of the feelings (resentment, anger, hostility toward someone) that you’ve been clinging onto.
To dream that you are attending a funeral for a still-living parent, suggests that you need to separate yourself from your paretns restrictions and confines. The symbolic death may give you the courage you need to take the next step towards your independence and autonomy.
To dream that you are at the funeral of an unknown person, suggest that something in your life is supposed to put to rest or put aside so that you can make room for something new. You need to investigate further what aspect or component of your life you need to let go.’
It sounds all so true… I was at someone else’s funeral and I was at the funeral of an unknown person. Is this a coincidence? I have been trying to put some thoughts to rest lately… not to mention trying to bury some long over due things that left unattended to… Could the dreams be telling me something? Ah well… Even scientists can’t explain dream too well themselves. I guess I’ll have to just trust my gut feelings on this one.
What about the guy with the first aid kit? Is he the answer to the broken heart? Hmm… only time can tell, only time can tell…
For now, I can only pray to have no more dead people in my dream. It’s freeeeeeaky!
