I open the door, and step out. On my left is my mother, whom I have not seen since childhood. I don’t even wonder why she is here, and what am I doing holding her hand?
She is wearing a gray-black cloak. Neither her face is visible, or the hand I am holding onto.
Outside it’s bright sunshine, but I don’t feel warm, or cold. The land beneath my feet is dry scrub land. There is no one else besides ourselves.
I keep on prattling to my mother. I am not feeling any apprehension as to where she is taking me.
Suddenly we are going into darkness, down underground. I am still not afraid. Although I am in darkness, I can see the sunshine outside. Then I see my husband, who is calling me. At this point I am wondering why can’t he see me? Why can’t he find me? Why can’t he hear me?
This dream I saw 6-7 years back. My mother died in my childhood, and I never saw her till this dream. When I saw this dream I thought I will be dying, but I am alive, and my husband is dead.
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Just a Dream
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.
Flowers and Breezes 