Life Lessons
A Mentor’s Death: Thoughts and Sentiments from Memories for Janine
“Sorry, she is in heaven now. I’m sure she shall appreciate your thoughts.” said her daughter on the phone
Prologue: Cherishing Fond Memories of Janine
I felt like having a lucid dream when I read a poetic text message on my mobile phone. A night before this message, Janine was waving to me warmly from a distance in a dream.
I was able to see her hands and eyes only in the dream. I tried to talk to her but lost my voice in the dream. Dreaming about dreams is a mystical behavior in my life.
Losing my voice in my dreams forever makes me feel self-conscious. These types of indicative dreams bring me unexpected and unusual news when I wake up.
Intriguingly, my psyche whispered in this specific lucid dream: “Here we go again, your voice disappeared in a trance! Watch out, something is about to transpire”.
Janine used to call me or text me at least once a month for a quick touch base. However, the frequency of calls recently dropped. It was around three months ago when I got the last message from her.
