This is going to be a lengthy post about 2 separate vivid dreams I had last night.
Just then, someone told me to go inside the room which my cousin was pointing to earlier. As I entered, I saw my father there, lighting up incense sticks. I saw two altars, one against the wall, another in the middle of the room. I saw a few Buddhas' statues as well as some tablets. My father told me to pray to our ancestors, as he handed the joss sticks to me. I was a little taken aback. End of dream. When I woke up, I was so mystified. I wonder could this be a subconscious guilt as I had just blogged last night about not believing in burning paper offerings to one's ancestors? >__<" Anyway, I think it is the 'attachment' in my subconscious mind at play.
I had blogged another entry about 生老病死 a few years ago, if you are interested.