A DREAM

I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was involved in a high velocity collision. A collision so great that the vehicle I was in and the immense object I hit were destroyed beyond recognition. The details of the events prior to the incident are vaguely recalled, but what happened to myself remained in full detail.

I remember feeling myself being torn in two. Not in the gory literal sense, but in the spiritual sense. I felt an unknown part of my essence as it was ripped from my body. Feeling each strand that bound it within stretch to limits and break. But strangely, I felt no pain.

I slowly lifted myself from the twisted carnage that surrounded me and rose to my feet. I was unharmed. Untouched. Untouched, except for the unusual feeling of release within me. A feeling that also instinctively drew me to an area a few feet away.

As I stumbled through the wreckage, I came across a small pile of twisted metal. Moving closer, I heard a faint, yet distinct sound. Someone breathing. Someone in pain. I knelt down and lifted away the debris to uncover a man lying within a pool of blood.

With every breath, he struggled like a fish that was thrust upon land. Gasping for life itself. I knelt down and held him in my arms. I immediately sensed more than just the simple desire to live. I sensed an overwhelming love for life itself. An immense adoration for all the glorious beauty that life has to offer. An elation he still held as his blood poured over my arms.

As I held him, I watched.

And I envied.

I envied his appreciation for life. An appreciation I never had. An appreciation I never knew. To die with this is a fate more beautiful than to continue without it. And it is sadly ironic. A man with a purpose to live has to die, yet a man with no purpose must live.

As his breathing subsided, he looked up to me. He said nothing, but I knew. Looking up to me with my own eyes, I knew that _he_ was the essence that was torn from me. Two beings that created one. The positive essence that was bound with myself to create a life with the courage to sustain it.

As I held him, he sadly smiled. I felt his sadness in knowing that I would suffer without his balance. That I would be painfully free of his needed conflict to strive in peace.

And when he died, I held him dearly as I thought of what my life would be like without him.

Copright 1999 Dvs

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