I'm driving my car down a back road and before I know know it there is a car coming at me head on. I realize I'm in the wrong lane. I quickly swerve to the right side of the road avoiding an accident. I look at the person sitting in the passenger seat and tell them, "sorry about that, I guess I wasn't paying attention. That was a close call." Then all of a sudden a car comes into my lane and approaches us head on. We collide and my car flips several times.
I tell myself "This is where and how you die." The crash ends and I see nothing, I hear nothing, and I feel nothing. I realize that I must be dead. This can't be a dream, because you're not supposed to be able to die in your dreams. You always wake up before it happens.
I start to have an inner dialog with myself. I tell myself, "SHIT, this must be it, this is what death is. I conclude that my conscience is still alive, but my body isn't. I feel I'm in a state of meditation, very deep meditation, and I'm too far inside my head and that I might not be able to get out.
I accept the fact that I've died and that this is the new state of things. My mind starts to race. I realize that I haven't been meditating much and that I have no control of my mind. I start to freak out a little. "You need to calm yourself, this is where you are now. If you can't get your shit together you're going to be in a bad space mentally." I slowly calm myself and except what has happened and where I am. I feel a rush of calmness come over me.
As I come to accept everything I realize that my eyes are closed, but I'm awake In my bed. I sit up and open my eyes. It's 3:20am and I'm alive. I tell myself to go back to bed.
I've reflected on this dream a lot this week. I often wonder, "what if today is my last day?" We never know when our time will come. It can be any day.
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