When we are awake, our physical and mental faculties are both functioning. When we sleep, it is a state like death. We are aware of nothing, unless we dream. Then our mind wakens, leaving the body and more rational thought processes behind. At least one-third of our life is spent in the death like suspension of sleep. For those of us who believe in some form of afterlife, might it not be similar to what we experience in dreams, a foreshadowing of what lies ahead of us all.
Two nights ago, I became aware of a terrible loss. All of the family was devastated by what had happened. The grief I felt was overwhelming. I recalled that I had previously dreamed of this tragedy, and had hoped and prayed it would never actually occur, but yes, it had. In the morning I opened my eyes, full of sadness. The weight was immense. Gradually I realized it had been a dream. Life prevailed and I felt actual joy.
Last night I was in absolutely horrific personal danger. What it was does not matter. I knew if I could call out for help, the danger would be overcome. I was unable to speak, but finally mustered all my strength and was able to call out. I yelled "Help! Help! Help! so loud that on the third shout I woke myself up, with my frantic voice ringing in my ears. I lay there, waiting, but then gradually came to realize that, after the struggle to finally make my voice heard, there was no one there to hear me. Life is but a dream.
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