I saw myself walking under a seeming tunnel with some members of my family whom I cannot identify. It was quite dark inside the tunnel but I could visibly see the path that I was treading on.

I reached the end of the seeming tunnel and saw that there was a door that was chained and had a padlock attached to it. Suddenly I was startled by the way the door was opened in a strong and swift manner. Beyond the door was the beauty of a magnificent light. The person who opened it was Mr. Arcilla, our long demised maintenance personnel in Wrigley Phils.
As I walked past the door, some loose soil fell atop my head, which I immediately brushed off. I looked up and tried to see where the soil was coming from. I saw papa Tom whom I knew had long passed away merrily singing his favorite Frank Sinatra and Mat Monroe songs. He was just singing joyfully that he did not notice my presence.