I had a dream tonight. It was vivid and colorful. I was alive, fully and completely. No tubes down my throat. No monitors. I awoke gasping for air, like this reminder of my former life knocked the air from my lungs.
I was home. (I think) My house was beautiful, two stories, with tons of rooms and lots of girls. They were sisters of mine, I had many! They were smiling and laughing, as was I. I was happy. Even now as I write this, I feel the smile on my lips from what must have been me, before, well before this.
These girls knew me, as no one as did, but they were not my family. They were sisters but not of blood. I will remember to ask the nurse about this tomorrow.
We laughed together, all of us. Lord there was so many. We wore letters on our shirts that matched. We walked together, through this mountainous home of mine. We walked through the greenest of grass and picked the most colorful of flowers. That, wherever that was, is where I was meant to be.
As I write this I wonder, how long ago was this memory? Is this recent? Or has this joy been years passed from my life. This could not have been fake, my mind is not fooling me. That joy was real, and true. I know not this answer, but for a result of a happiness to measure that which I dreamt of, it is worth finding out.
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