Dream Diary #6

Wow, this dreams are on a roll this week!  Here's another one...

My dream took place, it seems, at my school in the Philippines.  I knew I was in college though, and I was running for ASB president that year.  There were four positions to be filled, and it just so happened that only one person running for each, so there was no competition.  The elections were to take place that day, in front of an auditorium filled with students, faculty from my college now, my current mentor, and interestingly enough, my high school science teacher.  I didn't want to go to the meeting too early so I sat on a nearby picnic table, which felt like Caltech, and I was talking to some people, although I can't remember their faces.  Because I was so wrapped up in conversation, I lost track of the time, and before I knew it, I had to run to the auditorium because I was late.  My arrival was met with disapproving eyes.  I soon learned that all the candidates were late to the meeting.  Some things happened, which I can't quite remember, but I knew I was investigating a serious crime of some sort.  I figured out the suspects--a male and a female student of the school--and because of this, they were hunting me down.  After a day of running from the both of them, I come home to what looked like a hotel room.  My mom was waiting for me, lying in bed watching TV.  She was very warm and happy and bubbly that she made me forget all my worries.  I crashed into bed right next to her and hugged her, with my head on her shoulders.  She wrapped her arms around me too and comforted me with her smile, her warmth, and her words.  But then I remembered that my mom's left arm was swollen as a result of a complication with her lymph nodes and she had trouble moving it at all.  I was confused and I wondered to myself where she's been all these years and how her arm was healed.  She was so full of life in my dream that I forget the reality that she passed away five years ago...  

Mama is here.  She's still here, alive and well, in our hearts, in our thoughts, and in our dreams.  Death separates the living from the dead--that much is true.  But their essence and their spirit lingers on in the memories of those who love them.  One day, my dad, my sister, and myself will be reunited with Mama.  This is our belief, the promise of salvation to those who accept Christ as Lord and Savior.  Death is not a culmination but a promotion.  It is not an end but a new beginning.  Most people fear death, but to those who have received eternal life, to live is Christ and to die is gain.  Until we meet again, Mama... thank you for being such an inspiration and for being such a comfort to me, even now.