Posts Tagged ‘reality’

This is NOT FICTION.
I woke up from this dream practically an hour ago, and before I woke up, I heard a whisper “I have a message for you”.

It was a full day’s dream, as in the dream started from morning till late in the evening, but when I woke up and checked the time, it was exactly 3hrs.

There was a bit of chaos in the beginning, with my life personally; a man I supposedly know changed his ‘self’, literally. He impersonated someone by using certain chemicals he said he’d made from the lab, and destroyed his actual self, so he never existed. He followed me for hours because I knew, and he didn’t want word out there. So I kept running and hiding all day ti I got to a sanctuary with a lot of people I supposedly knew. I was surprised to see them all together, but it made me feel safe.

Later, I came out to the foyer to chat with a few people, then I heard some music, but as though it’s being played through horns, so I rushed out to find where it was from. People kept asking, ‘do you hear that too?’ Then others started crying. Before it ended, there was screaming everywhere!! Accidents… A plane crashed in the air!!

I rushed back into the sanctuary and one of the guys said, “The day has come, and we did not go”.

We were all scared and freaking out, for hours! Until one guy came in and said “but his hair shall grow to a certain length, then will he give us a second chance, those who weren’t taken before”. Then someone said “but we shall suffer here first”. Another said “because after all these years, after all these tests, you waited for a second chance. That is the price”.

I started reminiscing moments and different movies of watched on RAPTURE and how I’d be so focused on heaven, days after such encounters, then the urge faded in days. I thought and thought, and said “This must be a dream”. That was when someone said “it is as real as it gets”.

Someone asked me, “so are you scared?”, I answered YES. Another asked me, “do you think they would have done differently if they knew?” I couldn’t answer, because I couldn’t think straight. There was a 2yr old in the room!!!!

It was around 9pm when I looked at my watch. Then I heard a whisper, “I have a message for you”. That was when I woke up.

I froze in my bed for several minutes, effortlessly trying to remember every detail of the dream, yet it was all so vivid. Hot tears run down my cheeks with every scene flashing in my mind’s eye, in my dark room. Then I decided to pray.

I don’t want to miss the mark. I don’t want to wait for another chance, I wanted to be TAKEN too.

How would you have felt if you were in this dream? What would you have done differently after?

I’m guessing I’ll be awake till break of dawn. Truth is, I’m not sleepy anymore.

Being born again is not enough. Accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour, loosening yourself hoping things will fall into place IS NOT ENOUGH; actually, that just the beginning of the journey. But how can you reach your destination if you’re stationed at the entrance when all you do is smile at the road and say “finally, I see the light“?

Today, August 1st 2015, I pray for your soul. We should meet in heaven.

Addictions are deadly. Like routine,  you’d want to break them at a point, but for some equally important factor, you’d rather stick with it.

Satisfaction, comfort, fear, or is it sheer laziness?

I have an addiction. Well, I had, I stopped, and I’m back. Truth is, I feel disloyal to the course; why stop if you’ll start all over anyway?

I’m dealing. I’m positive about it.

You’re smart until they get familiar
Everything else looks same
Same face
Unsettling weight
Even compliments fade

You’re the one who got familiar
Because I changed, I’m not always the same
PMS boobs now like the regular
Purchased another for when it’s period
But you… You got familiar

No more compliments, that I can deal with
But to compare me with her, dude, you’re tripping
Wait till we start talking less
Wait till you get familiar with her
Then you’ll know I didn’t get less smart
You got familiar

How do I explain this?

It’s not just like someone you love died, it’s like everything you ever felt, all the things you perceived and believed in died, and you’ll have to do things differently. You have no other option than to do things differently. Because whether that person chose to die, or was taken away naturally by the hands of time, perhaps a supernatural hand, he’s dead anyway.

This death I’m talking about isn’t the kind of natural departure in a man’s life cycle, it is that kind of death you witness taking over the life of the one you love, still living. If I had my way, I’d pretend as if nothing happened; I’ll let go, but this is hard for me.

We see it coming sometimes, other times, it just hits you so hard in the chest, surprisingly; it isn’t any experience you can get over overnight. It’s the kind of hurt that changes things… changes you.

This is my loss. This is how I feel, right about now, seated in the corner of my bedroom floor.

Maybe, after all, we are all a bunch of desperate people living desperate lives in search of the love that can keep us satisfied with the life we’re living. But we’re never satisfied, are we? We are never satisfied.

We can settle, for the least is greater than none at all. We settle until we finally realize we’ve exhausted that little we chose over ‘none at all’. That is when we get familiar, complacent… we get too comfortable and yearn for change, come what may.

But then, within the period of the edge of complacency and the yearn for a change, we are naturally moved by any element that supports our thought for this change; an element within, an element without.

In the end, we are back to settling for the little we can get, for the least is greater than none at all.