I Dreamt of Death
I woke up with death on my mind. I spent the better part of the twilight hours in an out of restless dreams, not knowing what was real and what wasn’t. Was the friend I dreamt about really gone? The internal anguish was palpable. I was unable to find any escape. It wasn’t until she texted me at 6am that I knew it had all been a fabric of my imagination. Peace came. I learned something from that dream. I learned that this anguish over loss is an emotional memory resting deep within us. Quieted by our hopes and tenacity for living in the moment, we put away thoughts of what may come. Death comes to all of us. It is our universal heritage. I know I need to prepare myself from something I can’t see. The pain won’t come in the form of an external storm that can be tracked by radar. Rather it is in the unearthing that will come from within, like the earthquake whose shocks are only known ...