Life, As If I’m Dreaming It

It wasn’t a thought exactly. It was more like a feeling, a silent download, that appeared during that space between being awake and asleep.

The answers are in your dreams.

That feeling, or more like a knowing felt important. It sat in the background of my mind for years, but for some reason, recently it returned and I began paying attention.

For years I had circled the idea that “we are all one.” I read the books and listened along to philosophers. I have even resonated with the famous line by Albert Einstein: “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

But I still felt like me. Separate. Contained just inside this skin. A pair of eyes looking out at a world that clearly wasn’t my own creation. Until I began to look at my dreams more carefully.