To sleep, perchance...

Sleeping has not been a very promising ordeal lately, and when I do finally get tired, I never sleep well. I had the most ridiculous dream last night.

Most of you do not know that when I was a freshman in high school our small town lost two very, very special young men. I happened to be pretty close to one of them. Their names were Steve Hobson and Nathan Donaldson, and they were killed 4 years ago yesterday in a car accident. This anniversary is always pretty tough on everyone, and it was one of the few times that I actually wished I was home.

In my dream, we were getting ready to hold Nathan's and Steve's funerals in some sort of park I have never seen before. It is always weird to cry in a dream because the emotion is so real. There were a countless number of people in attendance, it was quite over whelming. The wails from everyone in the crowd crying made my skin crawl, no joke. I felt like I was searching for something, but I'm not entirely sure that I actually was. After walking around a while I came upon a group of people sitting on a balcony, only the balcony was very close to the ground, almost hovering. People were sitting like they were in a lecture or a classroom listening to one of my sister's bridesmaids, Kristan, talk. This is when everything started getting really weird. She would take groups of people and assign them an emotion. When my group was taken away in and told what our emotion was, we all took off sprinting. Just running around aimlessly as fast as we could. The weirdest part is that our legs weren't moving. It was almost like we were flying. It felt so good. I do not know what our emotion was supposed to be, but I know that that was the calmest I have ever been. I just let go and ran and ran and ran. The wind felt amazing and I was so carefree. Eventually, I had to stop because I saw the point in the sky where Day turned to Night. I wish I were artistically inclined so I could paint a picture for you guys. It was the single most beautiful thing I have ever dreamed.

I stood there staring at that point in the sky for a while before I finally woke up. I'm not sure if there was a point to that dream, but every time I think about it I get goosebumps.

It gave me a sense of peace to know that I saw the most beautiful sight at the funeral of my friends. After four years of wondering, that dream put all of my frightful thoughts about Steve and Nathan to rest.

The mind is a very powerful thing.

XOXO
Meg