I woke up last Monday realizing I died… in my dream.
Its not new to me. I’ve actually died many times over in my dreams. So much so that the concept of dying isn’t that much terrifying anymore, or so I thought. In my dreams I usually die from a gun shot or using my body to protect other people from getting hurt. Yes, subconsciously I think my mind thinks I’m Wonder Woman. But on a serious note, it sucks to die.
My dream prompted me to tweet about it because it felt too real and painful just to keep to myself.
It holds true. I guess people are afraid to die not because of the physical pain it brings but the thought of leaving the people you love. Knowing you’ll never have the same relationship with them again. Knowing that your last conversation, last touch, last hug or last kiss is indeed the last.
Believe it or not my subconscious had been fighting or at least attempting to master altering the “last moments” every time I die in my dreams. What to say differently that can assure my loved ones that everything will be fine and it’s gonna be okay. No matter how each scenario differs and no matter how much reassurance I try to give, it always ends the same. There’s loss, sadness, pain, grief, mourning, hatred perhaps and even questioning which happens usually when death is sudden. And I always wake up crying. Ugh.
Nobody likes the idea of dying and most families don’t even want to talk about it. They say it becomes a premonition. But a friend of mine Roch, said that dying in your dreams may mean the end of something and a beginning of another thing. I like to think of it that way. The figurative side of that statement. Perhaps a project that had just ended and a new opportunity is coming, yes? 🙂
I don’t mean to sound negative or gloomy on a sunny day but I just had to share. It is not too often that death and dying is a subject of a blog post after all. The best possible reason I could ever think of why we dream about death is to remind us of how beautiful our life is, no matter how unfair or challenging it may be. To be thankful that we’re alive and to be grateful for it.
Despite the load of work, chores, errands and thinking about a gajillion other things that we need to do everyday, death reminds us that there is more to our everyday lives. There’s more than what we routinely do everyday. It reminds us to stop and smell the flowers.
Let death be a reminder that life is to be lived and not be taken for granted no matter how difficult it may be.
Leaving you a quote from Eckhart Tolle.
Here’s to waking up to more hump days!