Startled And Enlightened

Alright, its been a couple of days since I last wrote. A lot of fun stuff happened, but I have to ignore that for right now. Last night I finally got some well deserved sleep. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't the greatest thing, but it was the best I had in a while. I got about five hours of sleep. It probably could've been more if it wasn't for this nightmare. At first I thought it was a dream, maybe it was. Whichever it was, I know its going to keep me awake tonight. It was the most terrifying distressful image I have ever had. In this so called dream, I am walking down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant empty room. Just outside the room is a podium with a picture of Jesus on a cross. On the podium is an empty book with a pen next to it. Immediately I realize I am in a funeral home. This makes me very nervous and confused. I walk into the room, no one is there. I gaze further in and see a closed casket sitting at the end of the room. Slowly and cautiously I walk up to it. My hands are clenched in hesitation as I grab the lid and open it. I am shocked and trapped in disbelief as I look to see who is inside. Talking about it now makes me startled and chilled. I looked in and gazed at the limp lifeless body of...myself. I quickly shut the lid and close my eyes. Thinking it can't be true, I open it again, its still me. This made me start asking myself questions. How did this happen? Why did it happen? The thing that shocked me the most, however, was the fact that no one was there. I went and checked the book again to see if maybe someone had signed it. There wasn't a single signature. I walked back to myself. I gazed in awe and noticed that there was a single flower laying on my chest. I pick up the flower and noticed there was a note attached. I read it, and I began to cry. This is what was so startling, in this dream, only one person cared that I had died. Besides myself only one other person cared. It makes me cry now if I think about it. It is very ironic. I don't know what the dream meant, but it makes me feel scared and safe at the same time. Most of you would call it a nightmare, but if you knew who the letter was from you would know why I call it a dream. A single flower for my dying soul, one person cared. I say its ironic because the one person who cared about me in my dream is the one I care for in real life. Its funny, when people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead if just waiting for their turn to speak. I read somewhere that when you die in your dream it is symbolic of a new phase of your life beginning. We'll see...only time will tell.