Hours spent lying awake in the middle of the night: 2
Hours spent writing: 1
It’s not very often I think about the past. I’m in such a good place in my life mentally to where I don’t need to look back. I’m happy where I am, with who I am. But sometimes there are things happen that make me wonder if, even though my conscious mind doesn’t think about it, my subconscious mind still does.
Last night at around 2:30 am I was awakened from one of the scariest dreams I’ve had in a long time. It wasn’t a nightmare but it was scary enough to wake me up. I was awakened with a weird energy aroma that didn’t let me go back to sleep for at least an hour. Ugh, I have to be up at 7. Why me?
In my scary dream, I mysteriously ended up at a house party with some old friends. Old friends who never left the party scene (as if partying in your forties isn’t scary enough). During the party, one of them came up to me. This person looked ill. He was frail and brittle. Super nice, but he looked so bad.
When he approached me in my dream I didn’t recognize him. But it was almost like I knew who he was. I wanted to call him by the name of one of my old friends, he just didn’t look like him. Then I started to notice that no one looked the same but they were, for all intents and purposes, the same people. I felt it.
After walking away from me, I watched as this guy stood across the room. Then out of nowhere, he dropped to the floor. Everyone was so calm in the room, except for me. At this point in my dream, I felt as if I was waking up but I was still sleeping and feeling very uneasy. I watched another person at the party go over and do CPR on the guy and another hold his hand softly repeating “you’re ok” to him.
Needless to say, this was a very scary dream for me. Scary because, even though I don’t pay much (if any) attention to the people I used to hang out with, I know that most of them are still back home doing the same thing that we used to do when we were teenagers. It was also scary because I could have been them if I had decided not to move on and do something with my life.
Moral of the story, always do what you think is best for you. No matter what people around you are doing. The people around you don’t know what’s best for you and sometimes they don’t even know what’s best for them. So follow your dreams and don’t get caught up in peer pressure.