Benjaphet Day Dream

Many people have said that when we are approaching the age of puberty, we should make merit and be careful not to go out and socialize too much. Because it may be a time of transition in life, sometimes there will be an unexpected turning point…………….

Hello, we are going to talk about our dreams when we were in our teens for everyone to listen to. We are not sure if this incident was the result of our imagination or our distracted mind. Or, while sleeping, we actually travel to the spirit world. The story is that

My birthday was last August. It's close to the day that they say is the day the gates of hell opened. Or it falls on Sarat Chin Day, a day when Chinese people or people of Chinese descent hold ceremonies to pay homage to the ancestors. It is believed that there is a Chinese god named “Ti Jang Uang Bodhisattva” will descend to hell.

To release the chains of spirits in order to receive merit from the children and grandchildren who have made merit in the human world. An unorganized birthday party and it seemed like just one day that passed to tell me that I had turned 25 years old. Only friends and close people sent messages of wishes. I live in the house alone.

Because everyone in the house went out to the garden to escape Covid. That day was Sunday. My birthday is about three days away. This is the day when it is said that the gates of hell will open. It was 1 p.m. and the atmosphere was very good. I sat in my room folding laundry and watching other things. I feel unusually sleepy today. Even though I woke up late, I decided to take a nap.

The surrounding atmosphere felt like there was movement. I could see water everywhere. Everyone was fleeing for their lives, so I walked in the other direction, following the convoy. It seemed like everyone had to walk in line and wait to cross to the other side. I was no exception. I don't know why I have to do that. But I feel like I have to skip it. I walked to get in line and looked at a man crossing.

He was like a robot that showed no signs of feeling anything in crossing. It's not walking across a bridge. But the method is very strange. The man stood on a large piece of wood. and is the centrifugal force of the wooden plank sent into the other side. And I can understand that Everyone must cross like this. Thinking like that, he walked to join the others in line.

And so I cut the line to make it quicker to cross. But even though they cut the line to shorten the time, they could only cross one person at a time. A young woman appeared to be a teenager with short hair. You must cross before me. The woman stood on a piece of wood and tied her feet with rope. The strong centrifugal force did not reach the other side, but the young woman's body hung upside down, her eyes closed for a moment. A voice said.

My dear, it will be like we died for a while,” said the petite old woman. The grandmother with a kind face spoke up. Grandma's hair was white. Tie a bun in the back like any other old person. At that time, I was only afraid that if I crossed over, I would have to hang my head like the girl on the side would do. Won't fall into the turbulent, murky water? But it's now their turn to cross.

I managed to tie some ropes to my feet, like the girl from before. The centrifugal force threw me. But the kind-looking grandmother said to me with a smile, "I can't go, child. They won't let me go. I can't go yet. Please go back. They said I'm on my period and I can't go." The voice that came out didn't sound like the language we normally speak.

It seems like a beautiful poem. And I wasn't afraid of the grandma in front of me at all. But he was afraid of the water below that was like a large swirling wave.

So I walked behind her.

And I woke up from that horrible dream. I remember every story and Grandma's face very well, that same smile that almost captivated the eyes. My atmosphere and feelings are still there. So I quickly grabbed my phone and called. People close to you to relieve your distracted mind.

If I could cross over Will I still wake up from my dream? This question kept revolving around in my mind. And why must I dream like I've never had before? Or have I myself stepped on the border between the human world and the spirit world.............