Two of the most amazing feelings I have ever felt have been in a dream state. In one dream I dematerialized, and in another I was shot in the head and talked myself out of death as I was slipping into it. Both were very emotionally complex to deal with in a state of rest. I am amazed at the power of dreaming and how a dream where you are running can raise your heart beat and even make you sweat.
Dreams came up in our conversations during the drive to Georgia last weekend, and it reminded me of this crazy vivid dream I had of being shot and talking myself out of death. I woke up that morning and wrote it all down and today I unburied it to relive it for a moment and share…
It Isn’t Over Yet – Car Wreck and Flying Bullets – 12.17.05
I didn’t drive because I had just received a driving ticket and I didn’t want to get in trouble again. I really can’t afford it. So some guy that wasn’t from our country and hardly spoke English drove instead. I think he was from Africa. Somehow I was in the backseat behind the driver, and a friend was in the front. So this foreign guy that is driving the car and doesn’t really know what he is doing starts speeding, full on pedal to the metal. Sure enough some cop lights come on behind us, a motorcycle cop. I am stressing out thinking about how much trouble I might be in now…who is this guy driving and does he even have a license?
The guy driving freaks out and starts to speed up even more. There is an accident up ahead and he is dodging people left and right. I look back and see the motorcycle cop get knocked off of his bike and go flying. Oh, we’re so screwed. Metal starts crushing all around me. This is a pretty serious wreck, fifteen or so cars involved. Immediately after the whiplash from the car in front of us, someone starts to unleash a round of bullets to our heads. When the bullets strike the foreign driver and my friend, they are matrix style, no blood flying, just some crazy slow motion killing, breaking apart the air.
I ducked behind the headrest of the drivers seat and close my eyes thinking this would be my only chance. Milliseconds later the headrest proves me wrong. My whole body goes numb. I was shot in the head at least once, maybe more. Who knows since your whole body goes numb after the initial hit. Oh and then I give in to the bullet. I can feel myself slipping away into death. Soul evacuating body in 3…2…I gave in and waited to be taken away. And then, out of nowhere, I had an epiphany. There I was slipping away into death, everyone else in the car had gone themselves, and then a complete change of pace. I am not done yet. I am not done with this life; I am not done living. I am not yet satisfied. I have yet to live my dreams. Oh I have so much more to do. And so I talked myself out of it, out of death, out of the bullets desires, and I was strong enough. I had enough will to live that I survived….
