It wasn't like the other dream that I used to had. It wasn't my father, nor my brother, nor I killed my sister, nor even my mother. But it was me. I wasn't sure what was the reason I died in that dream. I was in the very end of my life (sakaratul maut). I didn't know what was I look like, how old I was. Laying on the bed of a hospital when there were some people who sit around me. I couldn't do anything. I thought I got a stroke. Then suddenly I remember a movie The Diving Bell and The Butterfly that tells about a stroke man who just only have his eye to communicate and wrote a book with his eye before his death. Maybe I got a stroke. However I couldn't even blink my eyes, they were closed. I was so afraid. I didn't know how to apologize to all people that I've hurt. I just wish...
The time had come, I couldn't feel it. The angel took my soul up, up till out of the earth. On the way to the space, I could see those people crying beside me. I wasn't sure who were with me when I died. I could see all people who had relation with me from the sky, their expression when they heard about my death. Most of them were sad, but I found some who were glad when they knew I died. At least I gave happiness to some people with my death. End of story, I woke up.
I just wish that reincarnation was exist, so I could make it up in the next life.
