I Died In My Dream
I have been on a quest to dissolve my ego and last night I had a dream that I died, my first one.
I was one of many passengers crammed into an airplane. We hit turbulence, hard like the belly of the plane scraped across a mountain top. We began descending in a spiral. Over the PA the pilot calmly said, “I’m sorry, we are going to die.” We hit the ground. There was an explosion. An boomerang wave of atomic heat accompanied a magnificently bright ball of translucent light that trembled with an energy I’ve never felt and couldn’t describe, but it pulled my body towards a fiery-orange brimmed white circle that pulsated in silence.
The entire moment happened in a fraction of a milli-second.
I awoke and jumped out of bed and ran across the room.
“I’m not dead.”