I had a horrible dream. It was heart-wrenching. It was so real. Not one that allowed me to remember I could control. I cried so hard. I awoke with my heart so tired and ..sad. Like a cloth that has been wrung out, squeezed and squashed. I dreamt of death. Life, so vulnerable. One could die so easily. Of course, for some of us, it won't be something sad, but something joyful. Not only because we escape this sin-filled world, but because we finally cross over to something eternal and full of love.
It was sad because, the loss of a loved one's presence, even momentarily, is just pure sorrow.
And we can never know for sure what really happens. We may be totally spot on sometimes, on what may happen, but never 100%. We think we are 100% sure, but we're just blind to the truth. And so, we never know what goes on in another person's heart and mind. It is only between that person and God. Only He knows all. We can't really actually see souls. We don't know where they go. Only He knows. But faith? Believing in something we cannot see. ..

It's shameful that we (I) need such a thing as a dream to remind us (me) to cherish our loved ones. It is not just physical death that we lose people to. There are other ways we lose them. Shameful. But I think I learnt my lesson.

"This is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love one another." 1 John 3:11 (New International Version)

Loving without conditions. Love, not because of who that person is. Love, because it's just love. Darn it, it's hard to do.

To you, who was in my dream: God loves you!!! I love you!! *hug*