:This is very personal:
Everybody has his or her own favourite family member; like the mother who prioritizes her only son with an endless cash or the father who calls his favourite daughter everyday even when she has a family of her own. Yes, each one of us practices favouritism but nobody is willing to admit it because denial is the kind of game that we play every other day.
Think about it very deeply; who is the first person you call whenever you miss your home the most? Who has that shoulder for you to cry on and to tell every little stories of your own? Yes, that particular person who crosses your mind right now is the person of your favourite. As for myself, my favourite person in my family is no longer living but I believe that she is taking care of me from above the clouds.
This is my late grandmother, Che Mah Binti Awang who passed away two years ago on the 7th day of Ramadhan; I had no chance to talk and visit her at the hospital because I was in college and up until now I am still hating myself for that. She was my safety blanket at night when I was small, the shoulder that I could cry on and the person who is never tired of my over-sensitivity. Yes, we were very close that I knew my mother did not quite like it since I put on importance on my grandmother. I thought that my grandmother would live with me forever but death really do us a part.
Two years pass by and I am still pouring my emotions to my grandmother in my prayers because I know that she would always listen. Sometimes when I really need her so bad, she would come at night in all sorts of beautiful dreams with her comforting smile and the face that I wish to stay forever. Our conversation would always feel so real, her rough hands but an honest touch and those were no ordinary dreams; she is happy up there and is willing to stay inside my mind until I am ready to let go.
But she rarely comes into my mind these days; I have not dreamt of her for few months and I could no longer see my favourite face. Maybe she thought that I should face the music like a grown up kid already, so she has moved on with her life and observing only from afar? Every night in my dream I wish that I would dream another dream with her, just a chance to say "I'm sorry, I love you Tok, I will brave up with my life and I hope to see you soon", just that.
Dreaming about a person who is no longer living is actually a message to the dreamer that he or she has an unresolved conflict or desire to that particular person being dreamed about. Like myself, I have this guilt in me for not being able to be by my grandmother's side on her last day on earth so the emotion is being carried into my sleep. This dream will continue until the dreamer is ready to let go of the guilt or any other feelings bothering him/her at night.
Sometimes a dream could be a message about what a person wants to achieve but it is so hard to accomplish that it stays as a dream, and this is actually based on my reading. I had one dreamt of becoming a Parliament Member of my home town, which is actually telling me that I really want to be a leader but I am too afraid to stand up for it. Now tell me in less than 100 words about the weirdest dream you have had and your own interpretation of that dream? You could always check with the "tafsiran mimpi" on Google or any other reliable sources okay.