I call this a dream, but it felt more like a vision. This dream was so clear, so vivid it stands as one of the few moments I’ve experienced something so lucid. I had gone to sleep, and found myself in this very spiritual landscape. In the visual I was looking at a pier and the waves coming and going against a beach. It dawned on me that this was quite strange, as the waves had no sound. Turning slightly I could hear the cars going by on a nearby road, so I wasn’t deaf. As I became aware of the unusualness that I was witnessing, the entire seen froze in time. Like pausing a movie. Only I was moving. A force pulled me (and it was then I realized I was without a body) towards the ocean waves. I passed over the edge of the pier and floated just above the waves, which were still frozen in time.

My presence, was pulled towards the water’s edge, and up a bank where I saw a man who was walking away from the scene (but paused like everything else). I moved closer to him, and saw every detail of his face. His pores, his skin texture… it was hyper real. As a test, I moved upon him as a breeze, and influenced him to turn around to the water. He did so. In this still scene, he alone moved and looked upon the water. I thought, “how interesting, I can influence people in this non corporeal state. How many people could I help?”

My attention was then drawn upwards. I saw a beautiful turquoise sky. There was the brilliant sun of the day, but to the right, another bright light, equal to the sun. I realized that one was the sun, and the other was Allah – Divine Source. As I looked upon it, the light changed and transformed into a crescent moon. The two points upwards, and the slim moon at the bottom.

I was now pulled upwards to the source, to Allah. Fear gripped me. “If I go to this place, will my body die? How will my children live without me?” I was aware this was a spiritual dream, or state, that I found myself in. I was afraid if I persisted in this vision, I would loose my body entirely.

The force that was guiding me, paused and lowered me back to the ground. In that moment I had a feeling that I would accomplish something in this world for Allah, for God.

I awoke. Taken down the details of the dream so I wouldn’t forget, I then went back to sleep. Then a second dream occurred.

I found myself in an apartment. There was some commotion. A man was helping his family prepare for a trip. I got talking to him, and I told him about my dream above. When I got to the part about my fear, and resistance to floating up into God – he said, “never resist God. Next time, willingly go.”

I feel a bit bad over my fears. My fears have always come in between spiritual moments profound. Yet I am also thankful for this dream or vision. I feel like it is a truth of my path that I now tread. As a Sufi, I feel the interfaith call of a loving Deity who is beckoning me further.