Sometimes dreams are not just
reflections of the day we lived. Sometimes they are like a quiet conversation
with something greater than ourselves. As if someone from above decides, for a
moment, to show us how life could be—if only humanity remembered what it means
to be human…
One restless night, turning from
side to side, I could not fall asleep. It seemed that Morpheus himself was in
no hurry to admit me into his realm. Stretching, I thought: “Well then, it
seems sleep has other plans for me tonight…” Yet soon enough, perhaps moved
by pity, he finally welcomed me into rest—for a heavy day awaited me in the
morning.
And then I had a wondrous, almost
prophetic dream… As if the Creator Himself had decided to arrange human life anew.
In recent times, people had grown harsher, more cruel. Terrible, unpredictable
events shook the earth—wars, natural disasters, the untimely deaths of the
young. Kindness, compassion, and simple human understanding had become rare.
And strangely, people blamed the heavens for it all—as if they had forgotten
the beginnings of human life, as if they had lost all sense of measure and
tact.
In the dream I heard the voice of
the Creator:
“From now on, I will resettle human
souls according to their rank, into a great celestial city…”
The elderly, who had lived their
lives with dignity and brought good not only to their families but also to
society, were moved to a special comfortable district. There they would enjoy
peace and well-being, and twice a month they would be allowed to speak with
their grandchildren and great-grandchildren by video call.
The young, who had perished too soon
in war, were placed in a region with medical care and a favorable climate.
There they would be healed, regain their strength and faith, and afterward be
given the chance to speak with their grieving families, to soothe their hearts.
All earthly cemeteries were removed.
Souls were transferred to vast heavenly expanses, where each would undergo a
Life Examination. In that celestial registry it was decided where and how each
soul would continue its journey toward peace. The freed land on earth was given
over for noble construction—a special city for all creative people, who would
receive everything needed for inspiration, for their work was a service to
humanity.
The infants who had died before ever
feeling a mother’s embrace were granted the chance to live a short but
love-filled moment: to feel their mother’s arms, to hear the voices of their
family, to know they were loved and would always be loved.
As for the wicked—murderers and
maniacs—they were settled in a separate city, where they would undergo a course
in humanity and compassion. Only when the light of goodness shone within their
hearts could they apologize to those they had harmed and be welcomed back into
the world.
In my dream I watched with reverence
how the world was changing, how beautiful life on earth could be if people
simply remembered who they truly are. I imagined how, at appointed hours, one
could hear the voices of departed loved ones, see their faces once more…
But suddenly I was awakened by the
shrill sound of the telephone. Disoriented, I found myself back in the same old
world. After a quick shower, I sighed heavily and turned on the television.
Once again: reports of the young dying, of floods and earthquakes… hundreds
missing. The same world, filled with pain and fear.
With sadness, I whispered: “How
tragic… that it was only a dream.” And I hurried off to work.
