Dreams

Dream are no doubt many times pertinent to our life and perhaps they have not only a connection to what we see and desire in this life but also a connection with our souls even before we are born. Souls, according to Socrates, gain the ultimate knowledge when they are successful in freeing themself of all bodily distractions. A feat acheived only through death. Once the soul sees the ultimate truth- the knowledge greater than any other lessen learned on earth- the soul returns to the world in a new body.
Seemingly, the idea of reincarnation is garbage, especially to Muslims. However, many of us would have heard the phrase ``budhi ruuh`` or Old Soul. Come to think about it, children of the last decade are more sharp, quick to learn and keen then we were at the same age. Have they been learning while they were still unassigned to bodies on earth? To me it seems like souls are recycled by Allah and breathed into new borns again and again. And every time a soul is resent to the world, it is more experienced more learned. It may not remember its past life, the people it was born into, but it is more flexible and learns quickly. Just like having to learn how to ride a bicycle only once. Years later, we may be rusty at it, but it backs soon enough.
As for dreams, scientists say that while inactivity, chemicals surge through the brain unemployed, boosting brain muscles that are falling asleep. As brain cells are re-charged, images that were previously recorded are seen fleetingly and we connect them like a story. A face from school is connected to a car seen in an autoshow and both are connected to a story of an accident read in the paper.
However, some dreams may be God send as well. It is in the state of sleep that bodies are closest to death and eventually to Allah. The process of ``Is-tikhaara`` involves trying to understand the mental condition the next morning.
I personally believe that dreams may bring omens- good or bad. Our prayers may be answered in our dreams. A year ago, I had been waiting for my passport to return from the American embassy. Three months passed although I was supposed to receive it just 2 weeks later. I prayed to Allah many times, and one night woke up with the date June 27th ringing in my head. I couldn`t imagine the significance of June 27th then. For the next couple of weeks, I kept asking my friends if it was anyone`s birthday, or anniversary...
June 27th dawned and I received a phone call from the courier service informing me that I should come to pick up my passport!
I have utmost faith in my dreams, and I don`t care what chemicals surge through my grey or white cells, as long as I can foresee when my troubles will end!