I was hanging out with my friend a few years ago on New Year’s Eve. I went home in the morning and went to my room to sleep. Then I had a dream that I knew was a dream at the time.
I was on my way home, and I saw these posters pasted all over the telegraph poles and walls. Your life is a precious gift. Repentance comes too late. They were written on calligraphy paper and pasted everywhere… There was no-one else around, but there was blood splattered all over the road.
‘What a strange dream…’ I thought and kept walking. As I was nearing home, my mother woke me up. She had a dreadful expression on her face.
“Don’t sleep in this room!” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“The person in the room above us has died,” she said (we lived in an apartment complex). I wondered if that was the reason for my creepy dream.
“Apparently it was a suicide,” my father said as we were eating our New Year’s food. “He jumped off a tall building.”
I got chills down my spine.
Perhaps that person regretted jumping…