No one so far has been able to interpret dreams. Why do people dream? What is the significance of all that we see in dreams? We go back to our childhood; we see our dear ones who have long left us for another world. We see unusual things which we forget when we wake up. Yet there are new things which remain in our mind and no matter how time passes by we never ever forget. They remain clear as crystal and we feel as if we had seen them only the day before.
As for me, I dream alot. I see myself as a child in school with my teachers always calling out my name. I was educated by Nuns and so many of them have passed away, but they remain in my mind as fresh as ever. I see my beloved mother, not old but young and beautiful as she was an Assyrian. In about 3 year's time, I lost a sister and three brothers whom I loved dearly. The youngest was like a son to me and I still cannot believe that he is no more. I looked after him, was his home teacher and anything that happened to him, 1 was always at his side. Dreams are, however, dreams and vanish away with the light of the day. Yet there are some dreams which never fade away and remain steady as long as one lives. Let me relate one of my dreams to wipe away from my mind. You may believe it or not but it is absolutely true and comes straight from the heart. What followed my dream will also surprise you and make you think alot.
I was walking on a wide street when suddenly I turned around and saw a big palatial building and in front of the second storey there was a balcony. Standing in the balcony was a man with long golden hairs and wearing a long white robe with long sleeves. I stood for a moment and asked, "Who are you?" He replied just one word "Michael", and I woke up with a start. I gave it no importance like other dreams, and although I had read the Holy Bible many times, it never struck me that it could be St. Michael! After all who am I that St. Michael would appear to me? So I forgot about it. After a couple of months, I was cleaning the rooms when my second daughter came running to me," A Father has come to see you."
So I corrected her and told her it cannot be a Father but a sister because I used to serve in a school run by the missionaries. She insisted, "No, it is a Father, he has long golden hairs and is wearing a white long robe."
Instantly my dream focused in my mind and I ran towards the drawing room. To my surprise there was no body. So I asked her where the Father was. She pointed to a seat which still had its mark and said that he was sitting there and that he had smiled at her. Was it an angel? I thought. This incident remained in my mind and one day I was reading the Holy Bible when I came across the name "Michael". Of course, I said to myself, St. Michael had visited me in my dream and made himself visible to my little girl. I waited for days to see if he would appear in my dreams or visibly, but he never did. But since that day I have always been calling to St. Michael for everything.
Another strange dream was a little different from this one. I saw myself dead and I could see my soul floating. I looked down and saw my body on the bed, but I was floating all by myself. Then I entered a dark passage way and at the end of the passage were four angels, two on each side. "We have come to escort you for that is our work." I went floating with them for a long time till from a distance I could see a very, very huge building illuminated with light and precious stones. There was a long number of steps and beyond that a big gate. But as soon as we reached the stairway and were about to climb, an angel appeared and said to me, "Go back, it is not your time." I woke up and found myself in bed and no angels anywhere around. I pinched myself to see if I was alive. This is the first time I have revealed this dream. I know the hand of God was in these dreams and so I continue calling on Him everyday. I pray for my relatives and friends and for the people of Bangladesh. I thank God for giving us good people to run the country and wipe away all the corruption. I also pray for the slum- dwellers so that they may be rehabilitate and do honest work. Miracles do take place and nobody should be surprised if any miracle takes place. I personally am waiting to for a miracle to take place for which I pray to God almighty and I am sure it will take place. May God bless Bangladesh and its people whether here or abroad.
Epilogue: Eleanor Roosevelt was of the opinion that the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
