Last night, I dreamt I was dead.

I didn’t die in a car accident, nor was I killed, didn’t commit suicide either. I was sitting on a chair, rested my eyes and next thing I knew, I was brought up to heaven.

My angel told me my soul departed from my body and that’s how I ended up here (heaven).

There’s no Jesus, Buddha or Allah in (my dream’s) heaven. There is a god - no name, no cross-border boundary, just a god. Everything was mostly in white, though I couldn’t remember what I was wearing since I just arrived.

My death was not planned, thus my angel told me I have a chance to return to the human world; provided I do not stay in heaven surpass 8 days and my body in the real world remained unharmed.

I asked the angel for help, so I could somehow get in contact with my parents. I worried about them, about leaving so suddenly. I hoped they didn’t take it too hard. I made a call, knowing this might freak the average people, I believed in my parents, believing that they would pick up the phone and accept the fact.

I heard my dad’s voice, it was a weary voice, I told him it’s me calling from heaven, it might be hard to believe but I need to speak to my mom. My dad did the one thing he always do when I was alive, to love me so unconditionally he put his whole trust in me even when he knew it is impossible.

I love you, dad, so much that it tears my heart and flood my eyes just to see you hurt, even if it’s just a dream.

My mom got the call, she called out my name in a trembly voice, I know she’s been crying ever since I left, and wished so stubbornly I would come back to life. She told me she forbid my brother to cremate my body.

Mom, it’s mother’s day tomorrow and I couldn’t feel worse as a daughter not achieving anything at this age to make you proud. I always told myself I would make it better next year. Now I’m dead, and next year will never come.

I stayed in heaven for a few more days, not knowing if I could successfully return to earth. There’s nothing in heaven, no entertainment, no work, no nothing, then I started thinking about my life.

There’re so many things I have yet to achieve, yet to do, yet to explore. I have yet to see the world, yet to travel the distance and take up that adventure I dreamt of. I have not taken that PHD course I always wanted in California. I haven’t even started enjoying the thrills of starting my own business/career…etc.

I woke up struggling in my bed messing up the comforter, it was hot, electricity was out again

I took a seat, and wrote this down.