I had a strange (for me) dream last night. I dreamt of my uncle who recently passed away, standing in sunlight, looking as I remember him from when I was a child. He appeared to be talking to a group of people then he turns to us (I can’t assume I was the only one he was looking at) and says, “O lalakad na ko. Masaya na ulit.” (OK, I’m going. Things are happy again). Then I woke up.
Now you’ll tell me that it doesn’t seem like a strange scene but for me it is. Here’s why:
- I am no medium. I am a child of two scientists who taught me to be logical. I will never say that ghosts, fairies, magic, and things of endless wonder do not exist (keeping an open and hopeful mind, especially toward magic). I know however that I have never had a gift to speak to the dead. I’m quite happy to keep it that way.
- I was never very close to this particular uncle. While some of his children are my favorite cousins and friends for life, he was never one I really got to know. I never spent much time with him and truly didn’t know him as well as I could have. So it makes no sense that he would come see me rather than his own kids.
- I have never sat down with him or had a conversation with him that felt like that scene. That tells me it was not a memory.
- I usually don’t remember what I dream about except for snippets of one or two really nice ones.