Lest I Forget

A few nights ago, I had a very disturbing dream.

Maybe one day, I’ll get into the details on here. For now, I’ll just say that it was violent. It was terrifying. And when I woke up, my heart was pounding and, though my eyes were still burning with tiredness, I didn’t want to fall back asleep. I didn’t want to go back to that place.

Have you ever had a nightmare like that? One that was so real, you remember every little detail that made your stomach tense up, every thought you had, each regret? I have a lot of vivid dreams, but that one might have been the most visceral.

The thing is, though… I don’t want to forget it.

That dream I had? Some things happened in that dream that are actually happening to millions of people, right as I type this. So many people are terrified right now, wondering if they’ll get to see the sun come up again. Wondering if they’ll ever get to hug their kids, or start that business, or finally make amends with that one person. So many people are crouched down behind their couches, holding their breath, praying to whoever may be listening that they’ll get to wake up from their nightmare.

I got to wake up from mine, but not everyone does.

I want to remember that. I want to remember that feeling of helplessness, of confusion, of anger and horror and sadness. And I want to do something about it.

I realize that this is a vague post. It’s more vague than I usually choose to be, but I want to fully process my dream, mentally and emotionally, before I say too much more about it or the real life events that must have inspired it.

So many innocent souls are wrongfully snatched up out of this world on a daily basis. While I’m still among the living, I want to make a dent in that carnage, that mass loss.

I’m still breathing, and so are you. Let’s make that count.

Until next time,

-D.