It was worth it...

I wanted to share with you a dream I once had, and which impressed me a lot for its philosophy.

At the start of my dream, I was running away in some African country. The airport was in flames, there was only one plane on the runway, and I was among the last to manage to catch it...

What followed was, in my mind, 12 years afterwards. We (people who had fled the country) were living in a foreign country, in a sort of old farm surrounded by trees, with the flag of our country at the front. The day was sunny, and some children, around 12 years old, were going in and out of the French windows. I could see the sun on the tiles inside the house.

The whole thing was very peaceful, but at the same time I knew, even though I could not see them, than our "enemies" had finally found us and were coming, and that it was already too late to escape. I knew we would all die, adults and children, and that none of us and nothing of us would remain - no rememberance, no inheritance, nothing.

Yet, we went to the attic inside the house, which ceiling was painted in blue, and we started singing. It was very powerful and peaceful singing.

I could hear our enemies climbing up the stairs to kill us.

I was so much at peace. I was, at that moment, deeply certain that all this life, these 12 years of which nobody and nothing would remain, had been worth it.

Binu

[Tobi]

That would be the way to go to "death" (or passing-over) Quite beautiful.

Hello! Binu,
Your dream has got high and bright significance.
Being at peace at times of trouble shows your courage.
Going onboard a plane to fly, going up the attic signifies your higher aspirations.

Thank you for sharing it to us.