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Vivid dreams

Written by Sean on Saturday, April 26, 2008

I was just reading an old thread on the Wheelchair Zone. The author of that thread, Stumpy, discusses many things, but in particular, he relates a rather vivid dream he had. I’ve had vivid dreams like that. Dreams where everything is right, and then, you wake up, and the reality of your situation appears to be worse because of it.

Yes, I’ve had dreams where things were so good, I thought I’d finally made it. It is an amazing experience to actually feel comfortable in your own body, at peace, happy, content, with not a trouble in the world. It is not one I’ve had the chance to experience outside of the dream-world. It is a dream, yes. But is it a dream we can’t attain? I don’t think so, I do think we can get there, or at the very least, most of the way.

I don’t delude myself that things would be perfect, I know they wouldn’t. But they could be better.

Stumpy wrote:

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I just laid in my bed thinking of ways I could loose my leg and what life would be like.

When I finally got to sleep, I dreamt that I woke up in a hospital and a doctor was standing by my bed. He asked me if I remembered anything about what happened, and I said no. Then he went on to say that I had an accident while I was in school. Apparently a piece of machinery fell off of a lift and it crushed my ankle. At that, I looked down to my legs and where my right foot and about half my shin should have been, there was nothing.

What I felt was shock and disbelief. "It actually happened. It finally happened!", I thought to myself.

When I woke up, I was still in dream mode I guess because I didn’t realise I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I lay in bead, thinking my life has just begun and I can live my life as I’m supposed to, and then, I started to move, "What the hell!". My dream evaporated as soon as I looked down and saw two legs.

I felt like someone punched me in the face.

It was only a dream, but what a dream.

I read that and the shock of Stumpy’s awakening tore me inside. The cruelty of that dream, giving something so important, and having it yanked out away from you. Ohh, how untolerable!

Yet, when I go to sleep tonight, I hope I dream that kind of a dream, because, even if for the blink of an eye, I can feel at peace, I’ll take that. I just hope not to be sucker-punched when I wake up.

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