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Life is a Journey
I had a dream that kept me worried for days but i finally decided to meet a prophet to interpret it for me because i believe that it was not an ordinary dream.
I saw myself riding a bicycle on the river then all of a sudden i began to submerge, the next thing i saw was myself in a coffin, i saw people crying and it was obvious that i was dead, i tried to speak to them to let them know that i was not the person in the coffin but none could hear my voice, none could touch me and when i blocked the way for my best friend, he simply walked past me then i realized that i was nothing but a thin air.
All of a sudden, the coffin was closed and no one was able to see me again but i was still seeing myself inside it, they carried the coffin to a grave and then it finally dawned on me that i was dead, believe me, i began to cry and immediately began to feel the pain of my death, i cried more than those mourning me, my tears were uncontrollable and loneliness took control of me, i began to regret everything about me.
I SAW MYSELF IN ANOTHER PLACE.
It was a road;
Full of smoke and cold, i could still hear the echoes of those mourning me then i heard a voice, it sounded real, i looked around but there was only me, i saw no one around and i was highly dejected, i kept shaking my head in grief then i saw a flier by the side of the road, with tears all over me and shivering hand, i picked it up and it read thus;
Life is but a stopping place,
a pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn,
but never meant to stay.
Our destination is a place,
far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
for some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
we'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
together with the Lord
WITH SENSATION OF COLD ALL OVER ME
I held the flier with my left hand and by now, i was not only lonely but afraid as well then as i looked up the road, i realized that it had two directions, left and right and no more road forward, i began contemplating on which direction to go then i saw someone coming from the right direction, he was a man and as he approached me, i asked him to guide me but he turned to me angrily as we both hit our heads and said;
They cut off my thing
“I had a dream and in my dream, i was chased by two armed me, the caught me and cut off my thing and that was how i got here, i cried and cried because my thing was gone, how can i have kids i asked myself and what will happen to my wife? “They took away the most important part of me so i am dead”.
He wasted no time with me and gave me no chance to ask for the direction then i decided to take the right direction, glad i did because i woke up and realized that it was all a dream. But i have been worried Prophet so can you interpret this dream for me.
The prophet looked at me and smiled then said;
Life is a Road and we all travel in this road but different directions
The friends you keep is one vital aspect of life
It is now up to you
To make your choice in life.
Choose the direction to go
The road is far and wide
As of me
I will travel the right lane
Before it is too late.