when the eye shutters are closed
I find myself adrift in sweet rest
And like a movie I appeared

the sun had already sunk from the horizon
and the glow of the evening can be seen

In a Forest unknown
yet to me its known
the stillness in the air
was spiritually sadder
in a clearing surrounded
by pine trees I stood
and watched a group of people
surrounding a casket
it was a funeral
As I was watching
a still small voice in my head
spoke
it said
"The person who just died is Holy
A man of God"

As soon as the last words were spoken
The sky among the pines exploded
Shooting stars were the dying mans hymns
The colors in the sky
Is unexplained
there were regulars stars
within the shooting stars
different shapes and sizes
billions of stars flying at the same time
and then there were colors
there are some colors that
I have never seen before
and its impossible to describe it
From my spiritual sub conscience
I cried
praise be to God

As soon as these words
were spoken
one of the shooting stars fell
down to the ground
a few meters away from me
the people who were mourning
saw it fell so they started searching
searching for that fallen star
but they couldn't find it
I was the only one who could see it
it glowed and pulsed like a heart beat
I walked to the fallen star and knelt
i knelt down and touched it
as soon as my fingers disappeared
among its glows
the same still small voice spoke
" Give your life to God"
the star glowed brighter
then it disappeared and the place was quieter

the people and the stars all disappeared
I was still kneeling in the same place
then i saw someone walking up to me
dressed in Melanesian cultural clothing
leafs padanus mats surround his hips
carrying a boar i watched him walk past me
then out of nowhere a group of fishermen
arrived carrying a fishing net they walked
in a straight line each lined up holding
that long fishing net

then i decided to help the fishermen
so i joined them bear the load

i woke up......