The Dream

I remember when I remembered who I am. Who. Am. I.

So I knew this guy. A casual co-worker. You know, one of those, the nicest guys you could ever meet. Anyways, I’m caught up living my life. He’s doing his life. Eventually I moved a couple states away. Some years later he happened to leave a comment on one of my FB pics. And for an inexplicable reason I got the incessant notion to contact him. In the thought process of “ you will regret not getting in touch with him before he dies”. He was always somebody that I felt I should have made room for in my life. That coveted space that we so easily waste on people who have zero appreciation not just for what we do for them, but for who we actually are. So I messaged him. Just an offhand invite for lunch or coffee if he happened to travel through my new location, maybe on his way to see his dad, who lived a short distance nearby. About three weeks later, on my way home, after an afternoon walk to the park with my boys, I noted a unusual large flock of crows overhead. Thinking to myself the commonly associated myth of death is nearby when crows show up. We got home and laid down for a nap…and then I had the dream. It was him. Wearing all white. Sitting on a white bench. Surrounded by the brightest light. Almost blinding. Everything was beautiful. He was beautiful. Yeah, I know. Not handsome. Literally beautiful. And he flashed a brilliant smile and said: Heike, I leveled up. He rose, turned away and vanished through a doorway. I bolted up from my sleep. Almost panicked. Like it wasn’t a dream. It was all too real. And of course he had died. That afternoon. Parachute accident. And that’s when I remembered who I am.

I am eternal. Every challenge coming my way is just another step towards leveling up. Nothing I do here is to make a mark on my temporary existence, it’s everything to keep my essence alive.

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