face profile reminded me of my cousin Moi, that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his shorts were blue. 
 
I knew that my Uncle Romy, the father of Moi, had passed away almost 23 years ago, but what I didn't know was that his death anniversary and birthday all fell within a few days prior to my dream.  My aunt had mentioned that very little was done to commemorate him this year, and upon describing what the man was wearing, my mother said that it was typical of Uncle Romy to dress like that in the hot, Philippine weather.  Not to mention, he used to live next door to our home.
 
Whether or not it is was him, I'm still not sure.  But in his memory, we held a prayer a few days later for his spirit and our other deceased relatives in our home.

Ghost Dream Story by Ku'ulei of Honolulu, Hawaii
As a child I would have the typical monster dreams, flying dreams, being chased by someone - yet can’t seem to move dreams and the infamous trying to scream and no one was able to hear me type of dreams.  But as time went on, being exposed to more books, television shows, movies and listening to Hawaiian folklore, my dreams became more intense and extremely symbolic.

You see, my dreams were as if the people in them were real and alive (flesh and blood); yet, most of them were total strangers.  But peculiarly, they knew who I was.  It seemed as if they (the people in my dreams) were trying to relay a message of some kind.  I was always left puzzled, awakening with a huge question mark hanging over my head.  Such dreams didn’t make sense to me, until I realized what I saw and what I was told in the dream (the message from the person in the dream) would unfold either the next day or within a week's time.

My Puzzling Dream:
REM Stage: My eyes opened and I found myself in a room.  No furniture; no windows; but there stood both my Uncle "J" and friend "T."   T was holding a solid gold gun in his hand enveloped in jewels; rubies, diamonds, sapphires etc.  I remember seeing a thin, long, chain-link, which was attached to this gun.  With T still smiling and holding the gun outward, I automatically grabbed it from his hand, faced it upward toward the ceiling and pulled the trigger.  BAM! Out came a bullet.  My uncle had already left the room and I remember being furious with T for just having this gun.

Suddenly, I found myself standing on the cement pavement watching an older male yelling at a younger male.  I walked up, placed my hand on the shoulder of this young man and tried to calm the older male down.  The older male sat on a bench wearing blue shorts and with no shirt on.  His head was bald and round and his face was scrunched-up.

I then found myself on the asphalt.  Musicians were walking toward the stage and there was a huge wedding cake sitting to the left of me. My co-worker and her girlfriend appeared and we began to dance and laugh.  I then began to slice the cake and out fell home entertainment equipment, clothes, jewels, etc.  I couldn’t understand how all of this could fit into this cake.

When I awoke I telephoned a very close friend of mine ("S") and began to explain this dream.  Her response was,

”I saw the same man in my dream.  He was standing on your balcony and wanted me to get out of your house.”

Another woman friend ("D"), who would often visit me, showed up the next day and shared that in her dream the night before, she had engaged in a physical fight with a man whom she didn’t know.  He told her to leave me alone and that I belonged to him.  When she began to describe him, I knew that it was the same man.

I didn’t know of any family member who had recently passed that would fit that description; but I did however know of a co-worker who may have.  Ironically, today the two women and I aren’t close or even considered friendly to one another. You see, within a week’s time much had unfolded that tore our friendships apart.  I then decided to walk away from the relationship with both women.  This made me wonder if when the man passed away, did he remain earthbound just to protect me?  Or, were our simultaneous dreams pure coincidence?  

The man in my dreams is gone now and has left this earth's plane.  Perhaps what he couldn’t do in the physical world he can now do in the angelic?

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