Dreams are the stuff ...

DREAMS ARE SOMETIMES THE STUFF LIFE IS MADE OF

I am more scared of human beings since they have the capability of hurting me or whatever that make them fulfill their uncontrollable wishes. On the other hand,I believe ghosts are the ones who need us to say for them some prayers so they can find their way to their eternal resting places.Especially those who met untimely deaths.

Ask me why. I have some recurring experiences. Whenever I am down and in tears, I would eventually dream of my first husband. He would always tell me to be strong and happy; to do the things we didn't have the chance to do together.

And each time my bull-headedness takes over, ,my aunt Mila, my grandma and he would show up in my dreams. I would see them pulling my feet towards the door and before I knew it, I would be screaming and my hubby would wake me up saying I have a"visitor".

We went to Sta.Catalina, California few years back to pay a visit to Delia Acoba and had dinner with Zeus and Ben. On our way back after swimming, scuba diving and eating with the rest of my hubby's friend, Martin took me a picture of me while we were at the ferry.

My face in the photo turned out to be my grandma's face. My mother and sister mentioned that the woman in the photo it wasnt me but my Lola Banit as she was fondly called.

I still have dreams of my first hubby being shot to death and I never had the chance for me to say goodbye. Also of my Aunt Mila who didn't make it after her first attack, and likewise of my grandma who was always there during those times when I needed her the most.

The only time I can still talk to them is during these dreams. They always tell me that I sometimes I have a stubborn attitude towards my hubby.-----#

Annie Cano

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In the past ( and sometimes at present ). I am also visited by some of my friends who left this life for another world.

One time here in Toronto, I befriended a man here in Toronto named Tassy. His actual name back home is Tacio. He had a good tenor voice and many times, I accompanied him in public singing some Kundimans like ANAK DALITA or PAKIUSAP. He would come to our house to practice and we would have a good time going over some other songs.

Then I heard he became very sick. He had lung cancer. A few days before his death, some other friends told me he was asking for me. I kept postphoning my visit until I heard he passed away. The only time I saw him was during his wake.

Three days after his funeral, I saw him in a dream. It was a sunny afternoon and I remember the sun was bright yellow. He stood at my door, smiling warmly and he was carrying a brown suitcase like he was going away. I shook his hand and all of a sudden, I woke up. I woke up with a good feeling like he forgave me for failing to visit him. I never dreamed of him anymore.


Another friend I saw once in my dreams is Roy, a good buddy from Bontoc. We graduated from Adamson University together. I never saw him for several years, then I found him again through the Internet.

We exchanged e-mails for almost a year and he told me how life was treating him in Manila. He served in the Philippine Armed Forces as an Officer. Since he finished Chemical Engineering at Adamson U. he had a good position in the PAF.

He retired and he was about to get married a second time when he was hit by a jeepney in Quezon Boulevard. He died after a couple of days in the hospital.

A few days after, he appeared to me in a dream. In my dream, I was talking with him through telepathy. I asked him: "Have you seen Heaven or Hell?"

His answer, again in a telephatic message was: "We create our own heaven and hell here on earth.." As he conveyed this message, he raised both hands. One hand was holding a piece of a cloud and the other was holding something like a small bonfire.

I woke up and I never dreamed of him anymore.---#

vic costes