My son getting snatched by a big spider woke me up from such a bad dream this morning. What it meant kept me wondering and somehow worried. Lately, dreams seem to be foretelling something I should be concerned about.
Just the other night, I dreamt of having a short (life) term left due to brain cancer. Brushing it off was rather manifested until a text message from my kid brother had me contemplate on a probable signification. Inadvertently, in his dream that same night, he had a long conversation with our late father who appeared poignant and emaciated apparently asking him to help me out among other things.
Coincidentally, I’ve been sensing unusual physical conditions lately. Yet what I thought of was the few remaining days before I turn 39. Not too long ago, I thought of the probable age I’d breathe my last – 38.
Should the inevitable happen and I’m gone, I was talking my wife into (re)marrying someone who would fill the void and be involved to assume the role as husband and father I’d be departing from.
Crying in that dream, what really left me with a heavy heart though was the thought of leaving my children at a very tender age. Their youth is one that keeps me “up-and-about” if only to make sure that that same innocence remains unspoiled.
A few weeks back, probably wondering why I was yet awake while already on bed, my 3-year old son sneaked on me from the other side checking on my eyes and as innocent as he is asked me – “Daddy, you’re still alive?”
That perhaps explains all these dreams…
21 more days before my 39th birthday… the idea of getting birthday greetings on that day would mean that I have passed by my “passing away age”. Conversely, I’d answer my son’s query – Yes! To keep them away from “spiders”…