"Real" Dreams

Hey all,

Sometimes I don’t understand how much truth there is in a dream. What am I talking about? Well, I had a very “real” dream last night, and though I got up in the middle of it sometimes, I would force myself to go back to sleep to see how my dream would continue. Sometimes they are like in proper movie form, where I actually experience all the emotions.

Dreams of these kinds are far and few for me, but when they do occur, they scare me because some of them have turned out to be true. I can remember in one dream when one friend of mine repeatedly knocked on my dorm room door, and she asked me if I was praying for her. She asked me not once, not twice but thrice! I was concerned for her, and when I emailed her in reality, she confessed she was going through some problem and appreciated my prayer. In another dream, I saw my grandfather stand at the main door of our house, looking directly at me, eye to eye, waving his hand, all the while there is immense bright white light out there behind him. I was at peace knowing he was going to a better place because he was smiling at me the whole time. The funny thing was that he did not wear his eyeglasses as his eyesight is next to complete blindness. Few weeks later, my grandfather passed away.

Probably the freakiest dream I had was when Princess Diana passed away. The world over was mourning her death, and I had a dream that a woman in white, someone famous will die. Weeks later, Mother Theresa passed away.

About a month ago, I had a dream where a cousin of mine introduced me to his son, and even called out his, which begins with an S (I forgot what the name was, but it was something like Suleiman or Saif). When I woke up, I called my mom to ask if my cousin has any son, and she was like no. So was my dream a foreshadow of future events to happen as it was in the case of my grandfather. Or was this dream just pure fabrication. How much of dreams are rooted in fact? Can God use dreams to convey his messages? Can he use an individual’s dreams to convey His message to others?

The one I had last night was too real for me that I am got genuinely scared.

It all started off when I was visiting my cousin and his eldest sister, with whom I get along really well. My cousin was driving his car, and showing me around the city of London. We entered a lane, which he realized was wrong turn, and made an attempt to make a u-turn on this one-way road. He was being careful that no one spots him, and just as he leaves this road, a policeman spots him. My cousin decides on the spot to make a get away. While he slips away discreetly, the police are after him. We all panic in the car, my other cousin near tears as she thinks he will be jailed or something. My cousin becomes more desperate to get away, and manages to swerve his car in and out of the heavy traffic. We think we have made a get away when we crash into something. The next thing I see is my cousin in the backseat lying unconscious on the roof of the car, while my cousin and I are still buckled up in our seats, upside down. I look at him and realize he is dead.

Without even knowing how, we all are transported back to Pakistan, I find myself being comforted by my cousin from the backseat. Soon, her mother comes up and comfort me. I am in a state of shock. I realize that my cousin is dead, and I cannot comprehend that. Soon, every one of my aunts and uncles come up to me comfort me. I cling to my favorite uncle’s arm the whole time like a little kid. I even remember being in my bedroom, trying to decide if I should wear jeans or shalwar kameez. As I walk down to the lounge, I see people gathered around each other, all crying and mourning. Clinging to my uncle, we make our way out to the funeral. I see my favorite cousin out there, and he and I embrace for a long moment. I find great solace in him. He is like my big brother. While still in a state of shock, I walk through the entire funeral procession like a zombie. I meet people whom I have not met in a long time. But what really concerned me was the death of my cousin.

When I got up, I realize this was the first time I had a dream of someone dying, and not any someone, but my cousin. It’s a big deal. I am scared, although I don’t know if I should be. Was this dream a message from God? Or was it Satan’s whisperings to confuse me? Or was it merely my sub-consciousness rising to the surface and giving me this movie-like dream?

I don’t know the answer, but I do know, as my friend told me to do so, that I will be praying to God about this dream, and may possibly give money to charity.

Mansur