i dreamt of my late dad early this morning. and it was a really weird dream.
in that dream, my eldest sis was carrying my baby niece (which was weird in itself cos my niece is already 21 yrs old this year!) and she was having a tiff with my brother at the entrance of a house. don't ask me whose house, i don't know. i just knew it was a house. there were no details of the house except that it had a door. nothing special about the door. just a normal-looking door. or perhaps there were details, but becos i had focused solely on the door, everything else failed to exist. yet, i was not physically there per se. i was just observing my sis and brother as a third party. it was like i was observing them through a cctv. and my view panned from my sis and brother to the interior of the house. as my view moved into the house, the noise of the squabbles taperred off. again, i see no details except that of a white coloured telephone. it was an old model telephone, the squarish type that telecoms used to install for us back in the early 80s (like the one in the picture except that it was white). the handset was dangling from the phone. yet, the phone rang. somehow, with this ringing, i took form. i was no longer viewing the scene as a third party. i was there. and i answered the phone.
"hello, can you burn some money for me?" my late-dad's voice boomed. "no need a lot, a thousand silver would do..." he said.
wtf! i thought. i knew my dad had passed away last year. but the voice that i heard was so distinctly his. i asked why he called this particular line and he replied that he had tried to call my brother but my brother's line had been engaged all these while. i then asked my brother why he did not place the reciever on the phone and he said that my dad had been calling non-stop and he felt irked by all his calls... and then i woke up.
weird wasn't it? didn't know what to make of it. then again, i bought some joss papers for him and offered it to him at the columbarium this afternoon.
in that dream, my eldest sis was carrying my baby niece (which was weird in itself cos my niece is already 21 yrs old this year!) and she was having a tiff with my brother at the entrance of a house. don't ask me whose house, i don't know. i just knew it was a house. there were no details of the house except that it had a door. nothing special about the door. just a normal-looking door. or perhaps there were details, but becos i had focused solely on the door, everything else failed to exist. yet, i was not physically there per se. i was just observing my sis and brother as a third party. it was like i was observing them through a cctv. and my view panned from my sis and brother to the interior of the house. as my view moved into the house, the noise of the squabbles taperred off. again, i see no details except that of a white coloured telephone. it was an old model telephone, the squarish type that telecoms used to install for us back in the early 80s (like the one in the picture except that it was white). the handset was dangling from the phone. yet, the phone rang. somehow, with this ringing, i took form. i was no longer viewing the scene as a third party. i was there. and i answered the phone.
"hello, can you burn some money for me?" my late-dad's voice boomed. "no need a lot, a thousand silver would do..." he said.
wtf! i thought. i knew my dad had passed away last year. but the voice that i heard was so distinctly his. i asked why he called this particular line and he replied that he had tried to call my brother but my brother's line had been engaged all these while. i then asked my brother why he did not place the reciever on the phone and he said that my dad had been calling non-stop and he felt irked by all his calls... and then i woke up.
weird wasn't it? didn't know what to make of it. then again, i bought some joss papers for him and offered it to him at the columbarium this afternoon.
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