αmber
Earth is not my home
- Oct 25, 2021
- 84
Early last year I was in hell. Depression was at a level it hadn't ever been at before. I was having problem with my ex-neighbors who would blast songs out loud past midnights and wouldn't let us sleep. I was completely isolated due to COVID lockdowns, I was going through some though financial issues. Well, to sum it all up, early 2021 was one of the worst times of my life.
In one of those nights, I had a beautiful dream.
I dreamt of a place right before a long empty road that led into a dense forest. The sun was setting and the landscape was orangish. As I drew closer to that road, I felt like I was about to enter another dimension. As I stood there, from time to time, people carrying bags and backpacks would approach me, we would talk for a bit and I would wish them a good journey. As we talked our last words, they would walk into that road. There were butterflies everywhere. It was beautiful. I would watch them as they disappeared off of my sight and into the forest. I talked to a lot of groups of people who would approach me next to the road and talk to me for a while before leaving. I felt the urge to go myself, but I was feeling like I was waiting for everyone in the world to go first so I could go last.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt a weird kind of peace. That day was an oasis in the middle of the desert that was my life. Since that day, I like to think that is what death is like. I like to think it isn't dark and horrific, but beautiful and peaceful.
If that is how death is like, I will wait for you there and we will head into the forest together. We will be able to talk along the way, tell jokes, laugh, tell each other a story. I think it will be a good time. If you find me there, please come talk to me.
In one of those nights, I had a beautiful dream.
I dreamt of a place right before a long empty road that led into a dense forest. The sun was setting and the landscape was orangish. As I drew closer to that road, I felt like I was about to enter another dimension. As I stood there, from time to time, people carrying bags and backpacks would approach me, we would talk for a bit and I would wish them a good journey. As we talked our last words, they would walk into that road. There were butterflies everywhere. It was beautiful. I would watch them as they disappeared off of my sight and into the forest. I talked to a lot of groups of people who would approach me next to the road and talk to me for a while before leaving. I felt the urge to go myself, but I was feeling like I was waiting for everyone in the world to go first so I could go last.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt a weird kind of peace. That day was an oasis in the middle of the desert that was my life. Since that day, I like to think that is what death is like. I like to think it isn't dark and horrific, but beautiful and peaceful.
If that is how death is like, I will wait for you there and we will head into the forest together. We will be able to talk along the way, tell jokes, laugh, tell each other a story. I think it will be a good time. If you find me there, please come talk to me.
