I died in dreamland last night, and as I hovered near my body there was one person who could sense my presence, and my unwillingness to leave my Daughter to walk on this earth a Motherless child. This woman who I thought loved me, knew another who could resuscitate me, but deliberately chose not to respond to the emergency of my dying body.
My realization that this person, who I thought loved me, was not doing her best to help me for my Daughter's sake surprised and saddened me. As much as I beseeched my "loved one" to notify the other lady, she was allowing time to run out and I could not understand why she would behave this way. My "loved one" said the other woman was in a meeting and didn't want to disturb her. Minutes went by, my Daughter had no idea I had died and I could see her, and I ached to continue raising her.
Finally, the other woman walked into the room, saw my body and asked what happened. My "loved one" explained that I had died, and lied about trying to save me. The other woman got to work, and I knew she would reconnect me to my body. As I felt myself waking from death, I simultaneously woke up from Dreamland with the knowledge that this particular "loved one" is never to be trusted.
Dreamland clarifies the truths we fail to see while busying ourselves through the hours of wakefulness. It's a sad reality to learn such truths about those we trust.
My realization that this person, who I thought loved me, was not doing her best to help me for my Daughter's sake surprised and saddened me. As much as I beseeched my "loved one" to notify the other lady, she was allowing time to run out and I could not understand why she would behave this way. My "loved one" said the other woman was in a meeting and didn't want to disturb her. Minutes went by, my Daughter had no idea I had died and I could see her, and I ached to continue raising her.
Finally, the other woman walked into the room, saw my body and asked what happened. My "loved one" explained that I had died, and lied about trying to save me. The other woman got to work, and I knew she would reconnect me to my body. As I felt myself waking from death, I simultaneously woke up from Dreamland with the knowledge that this particular "loved one" is never to be trusted.
Dreamland clarifies the truths we fail to see while busying ourselves through the hours of wakefulness. It's a sad reality to learn such truths about those we trust.