A curse upon me---true dreams that’s how I used to feel when it started. Consider the situation for yourself; suppose you come to know what’s going to happen in the future to your loved ones, and you can’t do a single thing to protect them, what will be your condition…How would you feel? What would be your reaction? ___Hopelessness…despair…being completely at the mercy of the fate that you have foreseen; are some of the ways I think you are going to feel.
There are two types of dreams; symbolic and direct dreams. The symbolic dream is something like the roof is breaking and cracking, and the direct dreams are those which you see direct, like a road accident or something.
Medically speaking this is not something quite right and there are medicines to cure this disease.
I am having true dreams for the last many years… and to tell you the truth at times, they really drive me crazy. Many people pray for true dreams, and when they come to know that some person have the ability to see in the future they often go to him and ask what is going to happen to them. They think that this is a blessing of GOD, but in my opinion it is a “CURSE”. Ignorance is Bliss; only now I understand the true meaning of this. I never wanted this “GIFT”. It’s more of a curse for me. I never want to see the future again. I don’t want to know that a member of my family will die soon or see someone getting hurt.
The impact of true dreams upon me had also been strange. To many people I am strange, to some I am really a good friend, and to some, I am just reserved. But I think I AM JUST COMPLICATED. I can’t see people when they are talking to me. I can’t hear what they are saying to me. I just go on looking at them wondering why they tell me all that they do. Did I ask some relevant question? Yes, I know that I’ve been wrong too, because every dream is not a true dream.
And yes I know every body wants to be listened; so I listen. After all GOD did create two holes for listening and only one to speak; so I believe in listening more and speaking less.
When I had my very first dream which I remember and which was true, I was shocked. A lion was running after me, and I was hiding behind things. The last thing I did was to crawl into a wooden house and ran upstairs. But from no where the lion came and sank his teeth into my chest. I woke up. I was sweating, couldn’t control my breath. I can feel the pain in my limbs. I couldn’t sleep that night. A few days later the dream came true. It happened so that one of my friends … and the rest, they say, is history… The lion was my foe. Once he had been my friend, and it’s a long story…
Why, I just couldn’t do any thing…though I knew what was going to happen.
Seeing a true dream is what our Prophets used to experience. Like Hazrat Yousaf (AS) and like Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH) used to have. Am I different from others, or do I have to do something to change the surface of the world? Why I’ve been chosen for these things? I remember a dialogue from the film SPIDERMAN “great power brings great responsibility” Hmm…So this true dream seeing ability isn’t really a curse; it’s rather quite a gift. So I am supposed to help people out by visualizing their future, warning them before time and help them escape some problem they might face. Make a difference, eh?
Through this power I’ve tried to help many people out when they are in problem. I’ve never asked or expected for anything in return. But it really hurts me, when they come to me only if and when they need me. Are they afraid of me, or am I just a problem solving machine for them? When ever they have problems they come to me, and I do solve their problems and they do say thanks but once they leave they hardly ever return. Why is that so? Don’t I have to live, don’t I have a heart, or don’t I have feelings? No one understands that I too have to have all these things and friendships.
Oh yeah dreams---earlier on I used to pray to ALLAH to please forgive me. I did not actually want to have those dreams and certainly I am not up to it. However, not having them really irritates me even more as I get a dreamless sleep; just lying in my bed dead like a log and waking up in the morning restless and lost. No, I don’t want this; I want something to refresh my mind while I sleep. Guess my dreams refresh my mind.
Does my existence make any difference to anyone? Am I destined to become a person everyone will remember for times to come or am I just another face in the crowd? The fight of virtue and sin goes on inside me.
There are many dreams I remember which have been true, and I really enjoyed some of them very much. Now I no longer pray to ALLAH to stop showing me these dreams. I just pray that he may give me the strength and courage to feel truly blessed. Hope to see you out there sometime in my dreams.
