Ever thought about your dreams?  Do you think that dreams tell us something?  About 3 weeks ago, my cousin died.  Although we really did not see each other much, him being a 22 year old male and me, 36, we didn’t have that much in common…but we were pretty close.  Whenever he had problems, he would call me.

When I reached the emergency room at about 2pm, he was lying there with all sorts of gadgets.  His mom and I whispered prayers in his ears and at 6pm, he died.  It was a traumatic experience for me, one that up now, I still feel insecure about life.

I went home at 7pm and because it was the first time I saw someone die, I was really shaking and very nervous.  I decided to sleep with my daughter, in her room.  Every 30 minutes or so, I would wake up and go to bathroom, for my stomach didn’t feel well.  Finally, I fell asleep at around 2 or 3 am and I had this dream:

My aunt called me and we went to the hospital.  In my dream, we went inside a hospital room. Upon entering it, nobody was inside and the hospital bed was empty.  On the bed was a yellow blanket.  Then my cousin suddenly appeared behind us and said “I am happy, I am just playing”

I shared this dream with his sister.  She said that the yellow blanket I saw meant that he was already gone…

“Yellow is for mourning in Egypt and actors of the Middle Ages wore yellow to signify the dead.” – from the internet

But after I saw the yellow blanket he appeared behind us.  This is truly a wonderful message “I am happy, I am just playing”.  I know that you are truly happy now, thanks for letting us know.