The Dream That Felt Too Real



This morning, I had a dream unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.It was so vivid, so intense, that for a moment I wasn’t sure if it was a memory or a message.


I was driving home, heavy eyed, drifting between exhaustion and awareness. I don’t remember the moment it happened… only the feeling of everything going dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital. Pain tore through my body,sharp, overwhelming, unbearable. I tried to move but my limbs felt like stone. I drifted back into sleep.





The next moment, I rose from the bed effortlessly;no pain, no weakness. I felt lighter than ever, almost peaceful. Then I turned… and saw myself lying there.


A still version of me.


A silent body I no longer belonged to.


I stepped outside the room and saw my wife. My son. My world. They didn’t see me. I watched them from the doorway.My heart straining in a way no physical body ever could.


Suddenly, scenes flashed before me like chapters flipping too fast.


Moments I should have lived but never did.

Mistakes I made when I knew better.

A thousand little regrets whispering at once.


Then I saw something even harder.My family moving on.

The pain..then the healing.

The sorrow,then the acceptance.

The tears..Then slowly over time, their laughter returning.



Their lives continued, even without me. And that broke me in ways I can’t put into words but seeing them happy in the end made me emotionless. Maybe it was finally my time… or at least that’s how it felt.

Maybe this was how it felt for countless souls before me, in the quiet moment when they slipped away from this world.


In that strange space between life and something beyond it, a question formed inside me.


Should I go back?

Should I fight my way back into that broken body and wake up?


Or…

Should I stay in this soft, warm, eternal peace where nothing hurts?


As I stood there, torn between worlds, a bright light washed over everything.It was gentle, endless and that was when I finally woke up.


But the question stayed with me.


If this happened in real life, which would I choose?

Which should anyone choose?

What would you choose?

The peace… or the people?





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The Dream That Felt Too Real