Dreaming of past and future

A strange thing happens when I sleep upstairs. My dreams are more personal and often reassuring. Two days ago I dreamed of my guru who came and stood very close to me. I could see the weave of his coarse cotton long shirt. He put his hand in his tin pot and took something out and before he could give it to me, I woke up. The whole things was so vivid and I felt enthralled. He is dead but I remember his path, from his little garden to the small dilapidated mosque where he spent his time. That was what he was on, he stopped , saw me standing there to have a glimpse, stopped and gave me something. A blessing, a boon , a reassurance. An encouragement that I was on the right course.

Yesterday I dreamed of my two older brothers, both dead now. They were walking down the corridor towards me. The eldest asked me, Is the food ready and I said Yes and showed him the way to the dining room. As they walked by me, the younger brother patted me gently on my head, as if saying Good Work!

Many thoughts come to me, some far out, some bizarre. All these people that I dream of have been dead for some time. Yes, they appear now, specially when I am having specially trying time and am full of uncertainty about my future. Is it  my unconscious throwing up what I want so desperately, affection and reassurance that things will work out and this bad phase will not last. Or is there really a connect between the departed souls and the living and they do try to contact and convey a message.

These are questions to which I have no answers. In the meantime I hold on to the feeling of joy these dreams have created.