The Dream Story
“You did my son.”
“I had a dream dad.”
His father rose and sat beside him. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“It was so real dad. I dreamt of missiles falling from the sky and little kids, even younger than I getting killed and maimed. Theworld was in a bad state. Millions were poor dad, not even with enough to eat. There were homeless people and destitute. There were huge storms and hurricanes and all types of disasters happening. People were fighting all of the time – over land, possessions, oil and money. Rain forests were dying dad and animals of all types were in danger and the earth was actually heating up!
And I dream of growing up in this world and I was having happy times and sad times. And I lived a life dad. I did! I had a wife and kids and it was crazy fast you know. Everything went so quickly. And I felt so much. I was scared, full of joy, there was fear and hope. And so many times I felt helpless. And a lot of the time I felt so lonely. Worst of all dad, I didn’t know where you were. I kinda knew you were there somewhere and I kept calling out for you. In fact sometimes I gave up hope and told myself that you didn’t exist at all. But deep down I had a feeling you were somewhere. As I grew older I stopped searching for you out there and started looking within. Which was strange really but I kinda felt you were a part of me dad just as I was a part of you. It was full on dad and then I just woke up!”
“How long was I asleep dad?”
“Mmmmmm perhaps 5 minutes… not much more.”
“Wow! All of that in 5 minutes?”
The son looked knowingly at his dad for awhile.
“Dad that was my first dream.”
“I know son… and your last… if you so choose.”
“Yes my son?”
“Did you know I was dreaming?”
“Why yes, of course.”
The son reflected on this for a moment.
“So dad, during the bad parts of the dream did you know I was suffering?”
“My son, you may have appeared to be suffering in the dream but were always perfectly safe with me here.”
“You could have woken me?”
“I could, but I didn’t. You would have woken with a start. It would have been a little frightening for you that way. You gently came out of the dream yourself. You choose to enter the dream state. It is best if you choose to exit.”
The son stretched out on the grass.
“Yes my son.”
“I love you.”
“I know, my child. We are love.”