Dreaming of the Worst Nightmare

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Whenever I and my cousin start to converse with each other, laughter and cheers come afterwards. We don’t hesitate to share to another any crazy idea that springs out from our minds. We begin to talk as if we haven’t seen each other for a century even though we are only living under the same roof. But I remembered the moment when, for the first time, I saw her hesitating to say something to me. I urged her to say it, but still, she refused, because she believes in a particular saying that communicating to someone about an unfortunate dream will make it come true. And also because her dream’s primary concern—is me. I felt uneasy and curious. I immediately guessed that it’s about my death, and I’m right. I convinced her to say it by telling her that I will not be able to sleep on that night thinking about her mysterious dream and that it may affect my performance in school. I thought that made her feel guilty (and I’m so sorry). This is her dream:

“We are about to go outside when Mr. Edgar (our neighbor) gave us a letter that read:

Loreto Funerary

Melissa Villamil Llorca”

That dream happened right after Mr. Edgar’s wife died, and the same funeral host, the Loreto Funerary, was the one who managed her embalming and other services. At first, it scared me, of course! I felt that I’m on a death row waiting for my turn, and that the Heaven (I claim it!) is only two blocks away from me. It is terrifying enough when someone dreamed about your death, what more if you were the one who dreamed of it? It will make us insane! Yet, there was someone who dreamed about his death. He dreamed of it not by seeing his name in a funeral letter but by witnessing his own funeral. And also on that dream, he found out the cause of his death: assassination. After that dream, he’s still sane. Even though his dream haunted him since then, he still remained courageous, unmovable, and fearless. He’s Abraham Lincoln.

An excerpt from Ward Hill Lamon’s, Lincoln’s friend and law partner, Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1885, gives the past American President’s actual commemoration of his own dream:

“‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers. ‘The President’ was his answer; ‘he was killed by an assassin!’ Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which awoke me from my dream.”

President Abraham Lincoln recounted his dream to his wife before he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth on April 14, 1865, two weeks after he had that dream. The real scenario almost reflected his dream. His casket was placed in the East Room of the White House and was guarded by soldiers (www.worlddreambank.org/L/LINCOLN.HTM) as what he narrated about his dream:

“Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered… Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards...”

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It sounds fascinating to find out that your dream predicted your future. But it’s unfortunate to figure that out in the last minute of your life. It is unappreciable to learn that your dreams can foretell your future when you’re already dying. It seems useless to know that you have that ability to predict your future when you don’t have that power to use that in avoiding a particular unfortunate event. You feel helpless seeing your disastrous premonition without you having enough capacity to change it. It’s like watching your own real-life movie and realizing that it’s the only thing you can do—to watch, to witness your own fate.

Dreams can really serve as either our fortune-tellers or bad fate tellers. Truly, the worst prediction that we can receive from our dreams is our own death. It gives us the mighty blow which might greatly affect the way we live, either positively or negatively. Still, death is an inevitable finish line of our lives. We will all surely reach that, there’s no escape. One thing is for sure: none of us knows when our funeral letter will come. Thankfully, our neighbor’s letter doesn’t include any date 