Last night I had a dream.
A real dream, not a lesson, not a meditation, not an astral projection, this was a dream.
In this dream I was in a crowd of others. Everyone was blank faced. We were being lead by adults down strange corridors. No windows. Everything was grey. Yet, these adults leading us down the maze of halls were not adults. I realized we were not kids, maybe children to them, but I was surrounded by other human adults.
The men leading us were huge. They were tall, strong, and their mental capacity was clearly much more than ours. There was only 3 men and too many of us to count. They had dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin, yet appeared almost Caucasian.
It became apparent that these men had no good intentions for us, and no one but me cared or noticed. They were controlled like sheep. Blank faced, no emotion, no care, the people around me walked on. No one but myself was awake, alive, and understanding what was happeneing to us.
I needed to do something. Anything. Yet I am a pacifist. I have never stood up for myself. I have never stood up for another. Not once in my adult life, but I needed to do something. No one had any ability to stand up for themselves. They were being controlled by these large men. It was clear that only myself was not affected by them.
I stood up for myself. I fought. It was so unlike the old me, but there are things in life worth giving your life for. And it is life itself, as we are all one. I knew that fighting these men would be the last thing I did in my life, and that if I did not stand up for life, it would be the end for all of us anyways.
I had something in my hand. It had 3 small, and hard, tubes sticking out of the end of a handle. The tubes were different sizes, from a pencil thickness to a broom stick. They were hollow. I took an opportunity, as the men did not expect any of us to fight back. They were behind us and leading us into a room with a locking door.
I jumped on the back of the man who seemed in charge, and I began to attack the man with the instrument in my hand. It was the last effort of life in me, and it took every ounce of mental and physical strength I possesed to stop this man. I felt that it was a futile effort. I did not expect what came next.
As I was on the back of this large man, and hurting him in the neck and back with the tool, he went down. He collapsed. I don’t know if his 2 friends, or myself, was more shocked. Instantly, all of the other people with me, the blank faced, programmed, zombie sheeple, woke up. They finally understood what was happeneing to them, and we took the power.
And then I woke up.
I am sharing this with you now for multiple reasons. First is the clear indication of the cycles of life repeating. Second is the fact that we can all change. The third is the most important. The meaning behind the truth. The programming we all need to shed. The need to stand up for life. Our life. The need to stand up for others. The need to know what is really going on in this world. The need to take chances with what you believe in, what is important to your life, as what is important to you is important to others. The rewards for standing up for life is innumerable and going forwards, I will be fighting for my life and what is important to me.
“It’s easy to be thankful for the things you’ve got. It takes guts to give thanks for the things you’ve lost. We grew up believing good wins over bad, so you gave away your heart but the wolves attacked. But then a bigger heart grew back.” – Craig Minowa