MY DREAM

I had a strange dream the last night. It was not like a dream, it seemed to be like I was actually there at that strange place. I would like to narrate my dream to you guys…

I was on my way home when I died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable..but fatal nonetheless. It was a painless death. The medics tried their best to save me…but to no avail. My body was so utterly shattered. And that’s when I met him.

“What happened??”

“Where am I??!” , I asked him.

“You died”, he said, matter of factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was….there was a truck…and it was skidding.”, I said.

“Yes”, he murmured.

” I…I died?”, I was worried at that moment. “Yes”, he replied .And then he continued “But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies.”

I looked around. There was nothingness. Just me and him. ” What is this place??…Is this the afterlife?” , I asked him.

“More or less”, he replied calmly.

“Are you God??”, I asked.

“YES!! I AM GOD”, he smiled.

Then suddenly I asked “My family, my friends…What about them? Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see..You just died and your main concern is for your family and friends..That’s good stuff right there.” he gently replied.

I looked at him with fascination. To me, he didn’t look like God. He just looked like some man or possibly woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe.

“Don’t worry”, he said, “They will be fine. Your friends will remember you as perfect in every way. They will cry but after some time, they will move on..”

“Oh…So, what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”, I asked him.

“Neither, you will be reincarnated”, he smiled again.

“Ahh…So the Hindus were right..” I murmured.

“All religions are right in their own way, Walk with me..”, he held my hand gently

I followed along as we strode through the void.” Where are we going?”, I asked him.

“Nowhere in particular. It’s just nice to walk while we talk”. he replied.

“So, what’s the point then? When I get reborn, I will just be a blank state, right? A baby. So, all my experiences and everything…everything I did in this life, won’t matter?”, I asked again.

“Not so, You have, within you, all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”, he said. He stopped walking and took me by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel…and when you bring you bring it back it out, you have gained all the experiences it had. You have been in a human for the last 21 years..so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there is no point to doing that between each life..”, he paused.

“How many times have I been reincarnated then?”, I asked him.

He replied, “Oh, lots. Lots and lots…and into lots of different lives. This time around you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D”

“Wait!!…WHAT!!!??? You are sending me back in time?”, I exclaimed.

“Well, I guess technically..Time as you know it only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from..”. he smiled again.

I asked him, “Where…where you come from?”

“Oh sure, I come from somewhere, somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you will not understand.”, he replied.

“Oh…”, I said, a little let down,”But..wait..If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure, happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan,you don’t even know it’s happening.”, he said.

“So, what’s the point of it all?”, I asked him.

He looked me in the eye.” The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”, he said calmly.

“You mean mankind, you want us to mature?” , I asked him.

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect”, he proudly said.

“JUST ME?? What about everyone else?”, I questioned him.

“There is no one else. In this universe, there’s just you and me.”,he replied. I starred blankly at him.

“But all the people on earth??”,I asked him.

“ALL YOU!! Different incarnations of you.”, he smiled.

“Wait!!…I’m….everyone???”, I shouted.

“Now you’re getting it”, he smiled again.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?,,Or who will ever live, yes..I’m Abraham Lincoln?”, I exclaimed.

“And you are John Wilkes Booth, too”, he added.

“I’m Hitler??”, I said, appalled.

“And you are the millions he killed.”, he said.

“I’m Jesus??”,I asked.

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”, he added.

I fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone, you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you have done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was or will be experienced by you.”, he said.

I thought for a long time.” Why?? Why do all this?”, I asked him.

He said, “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child!!”

“Wow!!”, I said, incredulous. “You mean…I’m a God?”, I asked him.

“No.not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you have lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”, he said.

“So..the whole universe…It’s just….”,I was so confused at that moment.

“AN EGG!!”, he answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And he sent me on my way. And I woke up from my dream. Now I found a different meaning for my life.