The Giver of Life

The curly fronds, the primodial = the primodial forms of life, was what the dream was trying to say....

"I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that a man may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh." (John 6: 48-51)

Jesus The Giver of Life
I was dreaming, dreaming of the 'bread of life'. It was a dream of a big house, something very similar to my old house. There were people at the far end of the house, three people, wearing white, could not remember if they were male or female, but seems like all were female. If I was not wrong, I was asked to take a picture for them. The position of the room was used to be my master bedroom, but in the dream, it seemed to be my brother's house. It was such a big room, which had trees and very 'yin' (dark) scenery -- the room was not bright at all (perhaps it was night or evening time).

There were partitions within the room. After taking photographs for the three persons, we (my children and Richard were there) walked to back to the next nearest partition. Over there, there were stones with beautiful plants. I was so happy that I sat down on the bench (with stones and plants at the sides). Next, I asked Richard to come over to take a picture, but he refused and I was so angry, and I grumbled.... and did not know what happened next.

I could not remembered what exactly happened in the dream and the rest of it. It was a very long dream I know, but this is what I remembered. I had even forgotten about it, but only 'these scenes' suddenly flashes my mind later on in this morning.

It was Belinda I dreamed of also. In that 'master bedroom' of theirs, there was a set of sofa, the old traditional sofa which my family used to have, with 2 cushions on each seat type. But this sofa was all lying on the floor, with no legs. The colour of the 'sofa' were green and there were graving of patterns -- repeated patterns -- of yellow colours, curved and stem-like structures (those repeated patterns, I used to learn in arts lesson. It was taught by Mr Latif, the drawing of the 'bookmark'). So surprisingly, all the sofa, about 2 rows or three in all were all covered with sawdust, patches and all sawdust covering the sofa, what a peculiar scene. I was so filled with awe.

Timing Coincide, Timing Is Perfect
I was still in the midst of dream when Ricsson came over to my room. It was 'the bread of life' message. And I was still 'dreaming' in a state of 'dreaming semi-unconscious' state, when my brain was thinking of 'bread of life' when I heard the sound of door slamming; and this moment, Ricsson pushed me and told me the door slammed so hard. He wanted me to go and see. I realized that what I heard the 'faint' door slamming was that of the children's room. Ricsson was so scared. He said,"The door suddenly slammed again." He showed fear in his face and we went to the room. All the windows in the living room was closed, Clara was sleeping so soundly. Their windows were opened, but there were no wind at all.

Today, I shared with them, my experiences of dreams, what I had dreamed and things which I had understood. I always told them my childhood times, fun times with my brothers.

Jesus The Good Shepherd
Today, this dreams and incident (the slamming of the doors), created the topic about doors. Ricsson said,"always is the door". Yes, and I can always remember and still today, just now, when I told them my stories, a 'white woman, with curly hairs or black hairs', standing behind the door. That was at my old house, Boon Lay, my dream and what I saw in the dream, a dream about my fourth uncle as well, in this dream. The details I had forgotten, but the 'sight' of the white ghost behind the door and the dream of fourth uncle in relation to this dream was very clear, no mistake about it.

Judgment Day...
This is a mystery, a mystery, a real mystery, now that I think of it. My grandmothers all got curly hairs. My maternal grandmother, I did not get to see before. She died very young, when my mother was still a little child, my mother has such a 'poor' fate. But now that this incident happened again, and it was this dream which was brought back to my attention, it got something to do with this, and deep within, I have ideas how women of last time died so young, and all the women had curly hairs......