During a discussion with someone about the existence of God, the person recommended to me that I should, during this Christmas break, ask God to reveal Himself to me. He argued that if God did reveal Himself, then I would know, and if He didn't, then no harm done. Well, this dream had happened after I had forgotten about this advice, and wasn't thinking about religion at all.

It's more of a half dream, really. I was awake in the sense that I was aware of my surroundings — that I'm in a dark room, in bed, etc. — but that I wasn't entirely "here". I can't even recall actually "seeing" anything through sight, but I figure my eyes must have been open the whole time. Just like how it's difficult to describe the sense of vision to a person who was born blind, I couldn't explain how all this information arrived into my mind. It just arrived "automatically", like any of my other five senses.

You know when someone important surprise-visits your house, and you let them in, by apologize about the mess and clean things up as you greet them? It was like that: This spirit — someone important in the spiritual world, I sensed — came to visit my body, and I apologized as I tried to cleanse it for his arrival. Being the gracious guest, he assured me that it was fine, and I didn't have to bother for his sake, but I continued to clean up so anyway.

Once he settled in, I did the spiritual equivalent of kowtowing. Like I said, I could sense he was important in the spiritual world; perhaps a priest or an angel or something; but again, he would have none of it. He was, apparently here, just to hang out. So we hung out together, for a while.

Then, I felt the urge to present food. I sensed that he was a vegetarian, and that my soul was composed of fish and rabbit meat. So I cast aside the rabbit, and presented him with the fish. He seemed pleased, and accepted it, but there was no actual spiritual equivalent to eating. Like food offered to the deceased at a funeral, it seems it was just for show.

Finally, I sensed it was time for the spirit to leave. I realized that this was my last chance to ask questions, so I vocalized the thoughts "Does God exist?" I felt something. I'm not sure what it was. Perhaps energy flowing through my body, but "flow" implies a sense of a continuous movement from one point to another, which it wasn't. There was some sort of dynamics, but I wouldn't know how to describe it. I wasn't sure if this was his answer, or if it was just the manifestation of his exiting my body.

"I don't understand your answer," I thought, in case it was the former.

There was no change, and the energy kept "flowing".

"How do I know if this is real?"

Again, no change.

Eventually, the "flow" stopped, and I realized he was gone. If this was "real" (as opposed to an imagined dream-like event), then he probably wasn't here to answer my questions: he never had any difficulties communicating with me prior (e.g. he was able to unambiguously tell me that kowtowing was unnecessary). It seemed more like a getting-to-know-you visit that you might give to your neighbor when you first move into a new house. I'm not sure if the new kid on the block was me or him, though. As far as I know, I hadn't changed my stance of spirituality or religion, so I don't see myself as having "moved in" anywhere new, but I figure this spirit must be a lot more familiar with the spirit world than I.

Another possibility that just entered my mind is that this spirit is like those travelling monks I've heard of in stories, who stop off at the houses they encounter along the way for a rest before continuing their journey.