The Dreams

Dream 92

There I was in a radiant reception hall. In my hands was a golden platter filled with all manner of delectable delights.

I was reminded of the brilliant evening companions among our lifelong friends who had left this world. I began to see them approaching, their resonant laughter preceding them. We traded salaams of greeting, as they began to praise the platter and what it presented. Yet my happiness was suddenly extinguished when I exclaimed that I could not partake with them, for the doctors had categorically forbidden me ever to smoke.

Surprise showed on their faces as they scrutinized me intensely. They asked dismissively, “Are you still afraid of Death?”