My dream last night......

Ryan starts writing his story.

I had a dream that night, night before my father's death. He was with me in my dream. I don't have any memory about what happened after father's death but I have memories about next day when there was funeral of my father.

Next day there was a funeral of my father. Group of peoples and my relatives attended in my father's funeral. It was raining heavily. Everyone were standing next to each other in circular position. Everyone wearing red dress, as their dress was tribute to his father in my club. Most of members from my red religion were there . High members started eulogy.

I was dumbfounded and silent. There was sorrow in my heart leaving me to lots of regrets. As members started giving their condolence towards my father, I was in a numb situation wandering about my father's image flashing in my head . It was raining and droplets hitting my face, I was remembering yesterday's dream :

That dream yesterday, I was in a heavenly place with full of joy and happiness. I was very happy in this place full of peace and silence. After some time I saw my father coming towards me like a gentleman. Putting his hand slowly to my shoulders he sung me same lullaby that he used to sing to make me sleep.

Father : There will be a day that you will understand yourself. Ryan, your too much smart that no one can fool you. You will bring change one day. Your time has already started. Be true,be yourself. They will try to change you. You will have to be still and strong. You will have to change it.

Then my father walks away from me.

Ryan(waving his hand) : Bye father! Come again soon.

My father smiles at me and goes his way. That smile hit me deep in my heart telling me that something was wrong in that smile. That smile was trying to say something. Something I am fear of. So, to make myself sure , waving my hand I said, " Good bye father. Good by father" multiple times just to see him turn back once again. But it was all effortless. He just kept going on his way. There was no response or any action in return as if there was only me in this place. I was feeling lonely and my father was walking on his way.

This was not only a dream but was something that was pointing out to me. All these dreadful things occurred next day after this dream. It was like I had already known of this day.

The funeral was going while I stood there wandering about my father. Suddenly, it stops raining . Partly cloudy weather and sun gives a warm light towards my eyes.There flashes a memory of my father when I was a child.

That day it was birthday party. I can never forget this birthday party. It was not just a birthday, it was the biggest day of my life. My father was my hero that day.

That birthday smile. ..