Last week I had a dream which seemed to sum up very neatly some of the feelings I have been having about life. I thought I would share it because it was so distressing that unlike most of my dreams, this one has stayed with me ever since.
The dream began with me looking down my chest, where I could see my heart in the palms of my hand, resting on my lap. It was connected to my body by a small plastic tube, and I could feel my blood being pumped from my body, to the heart through the tube.
As distressing as this was, it became more so, when a small hole appeared in the tube, and my blood literally began to drip, drip, drip out of the tube onto the floor. I shouted for people to come and help me, to fix the leakage and save my life, but to no avail. I watched my blood drip away and my life with it.
And that was the end of the dream. It was intensely frightening and I'm certainly not ashamed to say that I was very upset for a while afterwards. Being alive can certainly be scary, when being dead is so very final!Go Top