I dreamt of him last night – he was wearing his khaki clothes and was desperate to play and play and play – it was dark and he could not find his place where he had to play – he walked away agitated and told me I have to go there to play. Before I left I looked for him to say goodbye. He held me (his t-shirt was wet from the sweat) and just held me. My sister Merunisa turned to me and said: Zai i am sorry, i cannot manage to record the music on the memory stick.
This is the second time i dream of him in relation to music – the first time he was happy because he had his instruments and was playing – he wore white then