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A man in a long white garment led me down a hallway with many doors, and above each door was an inscription of a religion: Buddhism, Judaism, Taoism, etc. He led me to a door that said Islam on it and took out a key, and opened the door. I was led into a small room and there was a family inside it, a mother, father, and child.
“Give these to them,” the man instructed, handing me a cross and a book.
So I did. Than they took out a crescent and a book, and handed them both to me.
“There is going to be peace in the Middle East,” the man said.
“Will there be peace between the other religions too?” I asked.
“I do not know,” he replied (I assume it was because he hadn’t come to tell me)
Than he handed me the key and asked:
“Do you know what this is?”
“I don’t know, sir,” I answered.
“This key is human rights.”
“But I thought we would be brought together by faith,” I protested.
“No, no. There are some things which can’t be reconciled.”
I became sad at that, but than the man said:
“Do not worry, God’ is going to reconcile. His Will cannot be stopped.”
“Should I close the door after I go, sir?”
“No! This door (he pointed to it) must remain open, or else there will never be peace.”
“But I thought you said there will be peace.”
“God will make sure the door remains open, even as many people attempt to shut it.”
Than I saw many people trying to shut the door on either side of it, but it wouldn’t close.
Than the dream ended.
You may make of it what you will. Dreams are phantoms, but it gave me some peace.
“Give these to them,” the man instructed, handing me a cross and a book.
So I did. Than they took out a crescent and a book, and handed them both to me.
“There is going to be peace in the Middle East,” the man said.
“Will there be peace between the other religions too?” I asked.
“I do not know,” he replied (I assume it was because he hadn’t come to tell me)
Than he handed me the key and asked:
“Do you know what this is?”
“I don’t know, sir,” I answered.
“This key is human rights.”
“But I thought we would be brought together by faith,” I protested.
“No, no. There are some things which can’t be reconciled.”
I became sad at that, but than the man said:
“Do not worry, God’ is going to reconcile. His Will cannot be stopped.”
“Should I close the door after I go, sir?”
“No! This door (he pointed to it) must remain open, or else there will never be peace.”
“But I thought you said there will be peace.”
“God will make sure the door remains open, even as many people attempt to shut it.”
Than I saw many people trying to shut the door on either side of it, but it wouldn’t close.
Than the dream ended.
You may make of it what you will. Dreams are phantoms, but it gave me some peace.
