Last night I had a bad dream. Really quite traumatic.
It started out nice. Sunny, warm day. Exotic island (?Greece). My wife and I were swimming in the beautiful blue water. Very calm sea. Gentle breeze blowing.
My wife felt like a rest, so she headed back to the beach. Then suddenly, I hear a helicopter noise in the distance, with it’s increasing noise grabbing my attention. I immediately noticed it was out of control, flying directly towards my wife. I screamed to my wife to try duck down, under the water, but it was too late.
If the outcome wasn’t so tragic, it might actually be ‘funny’, in a black comedy sort of way. A couple minutes after the splash settled, I realized my wife hadn’t surfaced. I swam toward where I last saw her, diving down as fast as I could go. In shock, I discovered her lifeless body near the bottom – I grabbed her, pulled her to the surface, then dragged her to the beach.
Instinctively, I began performing CPR, while looking around for someone to call for help. Strangely, there wasn’t anyone around. I frantically continued chest compressions & ‘mouth-to-mouth’ continuously, hoping / praying for a miracle. This continued for what seemed like an eternity. I just couldn’t stop, couldn’t accept that I lost my soulmate………………………
…until I woke up. In the morning, after sobbing quietly, I got enough guts to tell my wife about it.
Then my wife offered me a hug – isn’t she so sweet!
Then I complained to her:
“I never usually remember my dreams… why don’t I ever wake up from good dreams?”
Without hesitation, my wife responded:
“Because the good dreams are for real life”