I Think I Met God in My Dreams Last Night

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Last night, I think I met God in my dreams, but He appeared as an ordinary man. There was nothing particularly special about Him; He was simply fulfilling a significant role. He was a caretaker, tasked with observing, drawing conclusions from the evidence presented, and hearing each case before sending individuals on to their next life.

His role was not that of a judge, but rather a guardian of time and existence.

He stood behind a counter enclosed by glass walls, while I found myself on the other side. The man was elderly and silent, surrounded by a vast container of sand. As he sifted through the grains, he pulled out a handful of basil leaves, presenting them to me with a gentle stretch of his hand. The sand gradually faded away, revealing only the vibrant basil.

I glanced at the leaves and remarked, “My basil is better. It helps more people, and I grew it from seedlings myself.”

He turned his attention to the glass wall beside us, where I could see my garden. I pointed to the spot where my basil thrived, and he nodded in appreciation. His face radiated happiness, intrigue, and joy.

Then, he plunged his hands back into the sand, digging deeper until he unearthed a contraption with blinking wires. My first instinct was to claim, “That’s where I lost it! That’s for my teeth!” But as I examined it more closely, I realised it was clearly an earpiece designed for those hard of hearing. Still, I insisted it was for my teeth.

Disappointment flashed across his face as he shook his head. I could sense that I hadn’t yet learned the lesson I was meant to grasp.

In that moment, I experienced a flashback to my previous life, where I had struggled with dental issues, wearing braces and feeling shy and reserved. I recalled losing a piece of my braces, which had broken me. When I saw the device emerging from the sand, I mistakenly believed it was that lost piece, even though the true lesson was something else entirely. Perhaps my vision was clouded; I saw braces but failed to recognise the earpiece for what it truly was. My inability to hear the lesson was evident, leaving me perplexed.

Clearly, I had yet to learn my lesson from that past life.

Then the basil returned, representing my current existence. I recognised that I was doing well, but the basil he held was different from my own. What he revealed to me was not the same as what I had grown.

It became apparent that I still had lessons to learn in this life as well.

With a sudden motion, he took it all away, pulling levers that sent me back. The caretaker checked my status, perhaps believing I was ready, or maybe I was merely convincing myself of that.

But the caretaker returned me to my journey.

I realised I must learn to see clearly but also to hear. I need to focus on my words while understanding that everything is interconnected. My intentions are pure, and while I believe my growth is meaningful, I must remember that growth takes many forms, and much more is yet to come.

Last night, I encountered the caretaker in my dreams.

Without uttering a single word, He transformed me.