They prop me up against the wall. My head is spinning and my legs are ever so numb. My thoughts are utterly confused with a tangled mixture of shock and disbelief.
“Please. please, one last chance,” I mutter to myself. “Just please give me this final opportunity to mend my ways, change my life and to faithfully walk the straight and narrow path from now on.”
This is the last desperate thought racing through my consciousness as I watch a line of soldiers facing me. They raise their rifles pointing them directly at me. And that’s when the captain yells out, “Ready. Aim ...”
“Oh no!” ---
I immediately wake up with a sudden jolt. “I’m alive. I’m still alive! It was just a dream, just another strange bad dream.”
And then I begin to think to myself that maybe I actually did get my last chance, that my final wish has unbelievably been granted and come true.
Well glory be. I swear for sure, this time I won’t waste it.
Oh, hey there. Good morning, dear reader. And a fine morning it is too. As I say, I’m alive and well and I sincerely hope the same is true for you.
It occurs to me that these alternating experiences, these very real emotional encounters in the dream world, which so often suddenly flip us back here to our physical plain; well, these might put a question mark on our closely held entire concepts of this, our existence.
By this I mean a lot of people feel quite queasy when the validity of our common shared reality may come into examination and question. In fact, it seems the majority of folks would prefer not to think or deal with such a troubling subject.
It appears they may have built walls around their foundational beliefs to fortify them against any and all possible change. They have their own personal political, religious and physiological convictions and would defend them to the bitter end. This seems more evident as people get on in years.
An example of such might be: they would prefer to see the stars in the heavens as beautiful pinpoints of light in the night sky rather than perhaps billions of entirely different unknown worlds teaming with life in far distant space.
Other worlds, universes and possible different dimensions; if we don’t want to even think of their possible existence, then how can we ever advance and examine the nuts and bolts and structure of our own universe?
Humans are such odd creatures. They find it so easy to label these ideas as
“Crazy”!
As I see it, there is something you might call a life force which animates this physical world. You can see it in the eyes and smiles of beautiful babies. It’s, I think, what makes fresh green grass grow in Spring, little buds to pop out from seemingly lifeless limbs of trees, frost and snow to melt and the sun to rise in a bright new morning.
Experiencing the momentary glimpse of a brilliant double rainbow or being absorbed for a while in your favorite beautiful music, you may sense it.
I see it as somewhat of a quality of life which is the essence of our existence and which transcends our very daily activities and routines.
Something, you might think perhaps, too wonderful and promising to even believe in?
You know, it really is a bright, beautiful and exciting world in which we live. That is aside all our current worries and mundane difficulties, which may well be just self-created bumps on our road.
We should not let these minor and ever so temporary obstructions obscure the beauty of this wonderous world around us. They may very well be all forgotten tomorrow as we create new ones.
But this I must warn: watch out for the dream police!
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