Restless night

Last night was filled with lots of dreams.
Tossing & turning a lot.

The earlier dreams was about Canon 5D Mk II.
The covetousness of the heart refused to let me rest in peace.

Eventually, the dreams for a new toy fizzled out and I entered into another dream.

This was more interesting.
In this dream, I was dead and appeared in the lobby of the gate of heaven and hell.

It wasn't very apparent to me initally where I was.
I always thought that it would be a place with lots of fluffy clouds and an 'ang mo' angel at the entrance of a big golden gates.

In my dream, it looked more like chinatown and there was so many people. Long queues leading to either 1 of the 2 gates. Oriental looking gates which was round and spotting a tiled roof. I just joined the nearest queue and after awhile, I realised that I was in the wrong queue. So I hop over to the next queue and waited for my turn.

There will be details which I selectively leave out to remain religiously neutral (or avoid unnecessary tension).

When I finally reached my turn, I was once again shocked. The guardian of the gate was an asian auntie with black hair and no halo or glowing aura which I expected. (pls dun ask me why I hav all these expectations...)

I told her my name and she looked at her wrist which had a built in display panel and it ran a search for my name (like some sci-fi movie sia). Nope, my name did not appear. Dispair took over and then came remorse for failing GOD. Suddenly a strange man appeared and reminded me of a person which I have offended and poof! That person appeared. Then began flashbacks of past events and lengthy dialogs, blah blah blah. Then I start apologising and asked for his forgiveness b4 I have to go to 'you-know-where'. (the person and offense is totally fictional. I never knew such a person nor hav I encounted any of the events that I saw in the flashback)

I suspect that the strange man that was my guardian angel and wanted to give me a chance to seek forgiveness for my pass undoings. The dream did not have an ending. Maybe subconciously, I was afraid to go down to the boiling pits but on the other hand to humble to enter the enter the the gate of heaven.

I woke up feeling guilty and in-adequate.
The clock showed 6+ am.
Hm, Brendon started crying.. Time to make milk.

-EnD-