Dreams were vivid and technicolour during my morning sleep. They were beautiful dreams: levitating a few feet above the soft ripples of a crystal clear, turquoise water surrounding the spectacular view of an isolated island, flying across a vast tulip garden, conversing fluently with people in foreign language, wet dreams.
Dreams were monochrome an hour or two before nightfall. That was the time at which the stories were complicated, sometimes sober, many times filled with hatred and anger. Weird — swinging a clenched fist half circle to a man's face in a dream was like doing the same motion underwater — fighting against the force of strong current, once hit, satisfaction was a word with no definition. They were not lucid; I did not know that I was in a dream, then waking up confused.
When the moon was so bright and suns at a billion light years afar twinkle in the sky, dreams were sometimes lengthy, which led me into a very weak and tired morning. Memories gathered from dreams were disjointed, confusing plots. I wonder how some people jot down their dreams in their dream logs and manage to convince others that every single thing written in there is true.
The strange feeling, to think of a certain situation had occurred before but not sure when it did and ah! it did happen in that dream. This is deja vu. Funny how some people who say it did happen in that dream actually can't really sure which dream they are talking about. Science peoples tried their best feeding logic to my timid brain. In return, I gave them more question marks.
They say a dream is a journey of our roh, which is the spirit that manifests life to our raga, our body. They say our roh was created long long long time ago before we were born. Our fate, the path of our life, death, were maktoob (written), on a leaf of Luh Mahfuz, the book of destiny. Deja vu is indeed a forgotten memory.
Some say each human has seven fragments of roh. Dreaming and dreaming lose a fragment, while the remainders help keep the person alive. One who is in a state of comma is technically having many fragments of his/her roh journeying too far from its complementary raga. When it finds its way back and currently stands near the raga, the synchronized vision of the roh with the raga's captures every detail they see — the familiar body, the face, the hair, the sleeping position. It looks like me, it's me, it's really me. This is Out of Body Experience (OBE) that I had experienced myself once.
Dreams were monochrome an hour or two before nightfall. That was the time at which the stories were complicated, sometimes sober, many times filled with hatred and anger. Weird — swinging a clenched fist half circle to a man's face in a dream was like doing the same motion underwater — fighting against the force of strong current, once hit, satisfaction was a word with no definition. They were not lucid; I did not know that I was in a dream, then waking up confused.
When the moon was so bright and suns at a billion light years afar twinkle in the sky, dreams were sometimes lengthy, which led me into a very weak and tired morning. Memories gathered from dreams were disjointed, confusing plots. I wonder how some people jot down their dreams in their dream logs and manage to convince others that every single thing written in there is true.
The strange feeling, to think of a certain situation had occurred before but not sure when it did and ah! it did happen in that dream. This is deja vu. Funny how some people who say it did happen in that dream actually can't really sure which dream they are talking about. Science peoples tried their best feeding logic to my timid brain. In return, I gave them more question marks.
They say a dream is a journey of our roh, which is the spirit that manifests life to our raga, our body. They say our roh was created long long long time ago before we were born. Our fate, the path of our life, death, were maktoob (written), on a leaf of Luh Mahfuz, the book of destiny. Deja vu is indeed a forgotten memory.
Some say each human has seven fragments of roh. Dreaming and dreaming lose a fragment, while the remainders help keep the person alive. One who is in a state of comma is technically having many fragments of his/her roh journeying too far from its complementary raga. When it finds its way back and currently stands near the raga, the synchronized vision of the roh with the raga's captures every detail they see — the familiar body, the face, the hair, the sleeping position. It looks like me, it's me, it's really me. This is Out of Body Experience (OBE) that I had experienced myself once.
Humans have seven fragments of roh...Voldemort had seven horcruxes....wow, Harry Potter is very scientifically accurate.
ReplyDeleteJiyuu,
ReplyDeleteApparently, it is a popular belief in most cultures. Now and then, some Malays who are mingling with the world of magic have a firm belief that humans have seven fragments of roh.
Have you heard of "meraga sukma"?
One who has mastered the art of meraga sukma can explore other places while his body never leaves the spot where he is doing the meditation. Interestingly "meraga sukma", which are called with many names exist in different cultures too.
salam, intresting blog with good written in english. im still learning to write and speak in english. hope by reading more blog in english, i can improve my english.
ReplyDeletePink Diary,
ReplyDeleteAs a typical man hailed from the East Coast, my English was horrible. "Was". After a couple of years of consistent effort in improving my English, I can say that my English is now better than yesterday, but it is still not qualified to be taken as an example of a "good written English" since my grammar is bullshit. Excuse me for my language, amigo. I am not being humble here. I am being realistic. However, you can take my effort as an inspiration for you to go further than you are now at. I wish you good luck.
I am lost here Pok Deng. May the new year brings you Allah's Pleasure and Maghfirah..
ReplyDeleteWan Sharif,
ReplyDeleteLost is good. :D
After my accident late last year, on the NKVE, I kept having recurring dreams about driving a car that goes out of control on the highway.
ReplyDeleteAnd ever since I was a child I have had 2 recurring dreams until today. One involving laundry, one missing the airplane!
Any suggestions?
ninotaziz,
ReplyDeleteMa'am, regarding your first paragraph, I reckon it happens because you're still traumatized by the accident.
I too have a recurring dream. It's about me, flying. It happened frequently. I have always wanted to search for the meaning behind those dreams. It circulated the same theme, but different environments. I once had a dream about me trying to soar into the sky, but ended up perching on a branch of a big tree. I looked up for the interpretation behind it in the Jawi written Kitab Tajul Muluk. It stated there that someone from the family members will leave me forever.
A few weeks later, I found out that it was Father.
Laundry? Airplane? Sorry, I have no idea. And I don't think Tajul Muluk has the answer.
For a couple of months, I still can't get over the fact that you have a Tajul Muluk manuscript.
ReplyDeleteAre you serious?
Ninotaziz,
ReplyDeleteI have many dog eared religious kitabs safely kept in the dusty bookshelf at home. They are the legacies of my late Father and some of them were bought by Mother.
Besides "Hakikat Insan" (banned by JAKIM), one of the most valuable books he left behind is Tajul Muluk. I am not sure how many Tajul Muluks are there that exist in this world. I only know one, which was written by As-Sheikh Hassan ibnu Syeikh Ishak Fathoni.
My Tajul Muluk contains spells and incantations like "ilmu pengasih", recipes for preparing ma'ajun (medicinal paste of Malays' olden days, made out of herbs from the thick jungle), Petua Pelangkah Hulubalang (battle strategy), Petua Mendirikan Rumah (choosing suitable woods for building a house), dreams interpretation, and many more.
And I also have a copy of Kitab Permata Yang Hilang (also banned by JAKIM) by Ibnu Yusuf, courtesy of an old man I know in Sarawak.
Have a look at Tajul Muluk photos here: http://pokdeng.blogspot.com/2010/06/matter-of-dream-interpretation.html
Dear dear Sir Pok Deng,
ReplyDeleteYour Tajuk Muluk looks so precious and lovely. How old is it, if it is not too old and fragile, can I photocopy it on lovely beige paper and bind it?
Wait till I go back to Terengganu. But this is not a promise.
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