(Minghui.org) A few years ago, I had a very clear dream. At the time, I wasn’t very diligent in my cultivation, and I didn’t practice the exercises regularly. I couldn’t even study one lecture of Zhuan Falun a day, and I wasn’t serious about clarifying the truth. After I had this dream, I studied the Fa and practiced the exercises diligently. I still remember this dream vividly and would like to share it with you.

In my dream, I woke up in the morning to a gray, overcast sky. Standing in the doorway, I suddenly saw the sky clear up—a vast expanse of blue with white clouds drifting by, so refreshing. I looked up and saw a giant Buddha standing in the sky—it was Master!

In the distant heavens, the celestial gates swung wide open and countless beams of golden light poured down upon the earth. Sacred music filled the air, and auspicious clouds gathered. Every consummated Dafa disciple rose into the air, ascending up into the sky. They sat upon golden lotus thrones, instantly transforming into Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

“Good heavens, has the Fa-rectification ended?” I wondered, watching the lotus thrones soar straight through the Heavenly Gate, carrying many Dafa disciples with them. After a few minutes, the Heavenly Gate began to close. I hadn’t flown up yet and panic seized me!

Many fellow practitioners like me failed to ascend—all those who didn’t score 60 points or higher. As the Heavenly Gate slowly closed, Dafa disciples continued to fly through it. When the gate was about to close, my heart sank. It was so painful, it was unbearable. In that dream, a perfect score was 100 points, and 60 was the passing mark. I’d only scored 59—just one point short of ascending.

“Oh my, I was just one point short!” Every Dafa disciple who ascended had diligently done all three things and cultivated earnestly! When the Heavenly Gate finally closed completely, I sat on the ground, my heart filled with anguish. I knelt and wept, pleading, “Master, I am your disciple. Please let me cultivate for a thousand or two thousand years next to the Heavenly Gate, within the mountains, to make up that one point? Is that possible?”

Master spoke to me sternly but with great kindness, his voice heavy with sorrow, “The Fa does not permit it!” Hearing that, I was overcome with agony—a despair so profound, it felt like the end of life itself!

Dafa disciples! Dafa disciples, we have only one chance to cultivate! If we fail to cultivate well this time, there will be no second chance. I bitterly regretted not studying the Fa diligently and practicing the exercises daily before. Even if I had done just a little each day of what a Dafa disciple should do, my cultivation level would have risen!

I woke up, thoroughly miserable, then realized, “Thank Heaven it was just a dream. I still have a chance.”

This dream felt so real that when I woke up, my limbs were like noodles. I had to collect myself in bed before I could get up—it was just so vivid! “I must cultivate diligently, I must keep up,” I told myself.

I am sharing this dream to remind fellow practitioners not to miss this opportunity to cultivate Dafa. After all, this is our only chance! Let us advance diligently together, fulfill the three tasks well, and return home with Master!