The Dream I Had about Maryam (Mary), Mother of Jesus

In a blog post from about a year ago, titled "Maryam, Mother of Jesus (r.), and Patience," I mentioned that my favorite Qur'anic figure is Maryam (may God be pleased with her), a reason for which is a dream I had about her when I was a kid.  And I promised my readers to share this dream in a separate blog post because it's a special and significant dream and deserves space of its own. So here, I am, finally fulfilling that promise, y'all! (Request: Please refrain from sharing any attempts at interpreting this dream. Thanks!)

In the dream, I was a young child, perhaps of 8 or 9 years of age (possibly younger), wearing a long light-blue skirt, sitting next to Mary (Maryam), Mother of Jesus (peace be upon them both). Maryam (as.) was also wearing a long light-blue skirt. She and I were talking. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but it was Judgment Day. We were waiting for God to take care of the whole Judgment Day business, and while watching God do that, I asked Maryam, not turning to look at her but looking in the direction God must have been while judging people: “So how long do you think it will take God to finish judging everyone?” And she responded with: “I don’t know.” And then we changed the topic and started talking about something else. Since it was Judgment Day, everything had been destroyed—all houses fallen to the ground, all walls broken down, exactly as I've always imagined the Day of Judgment as it was described to me as a child. Maryam (as.) and I were sitting on a wall, the height of which was perhaps three or four feet. And we were both moving our legs back and forth, like little children do. I am not sure if we had already been judged, and I’m not sure what our position was. But I was feeling nonchalant, as though Maryam (God be pleased with her) and I had passed the test of life with much success and with rewards from our Creator. (:D)

So, there! And you know what, folks? I don't remember what language we were talking in. I imagine it was Pashto, since that's the language I knew best at that age.

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that I'm not interested in anyone's interpretation of the dream. I have formed my own of it, and whether good or bad, I'm not interested in sharing it with others. But I disapprove of people's interpretations of other people's dreams, no matter how much they claim to know about dreams and what different points/things in a dream symbolize. I don't care if you shared this dream with your local Imam and he told you that I'm *required* to believe in his interpretation of my dream - I'm simply going to ignore it. And I also hope not to get any lectures about not sharing dreams in public and stuff. Thanks for your advice and lecture already, but I disagree.

Besides, remember that each culture has different meanings for the same dreams (and thank God for this). For instance, where I'm from, we tell ourselves and each other that if a child sees having a sister in a dream, she/he is going to have a brother instead, and if they see a brother in a dream, they'll have a sister. Thunderstorms, rain, money, certain animals, certain birds, etc., too, all have different symbols in different religions and cultures across the world, and so to think that you've to accept just one of those symbols is, well, not correct. :)

k, that's all, folks!