IMMORTAL

Last night I had a dream that while enjoying a helicopter ride with friends & family, I became inspired to leap to my death in some form of protest. I cannot remember exactly what that was, but as I fell, almost floating to the ground in some sort of Alice In Wonderland like fashion, I waved goodbye to my horrified family members watching above and I just KNEW in my heart that this was for the greater good.

I landed on the side of a beautiful mountain top and immediately began running about, in search of my Mother, calling out her name. Surly, she must be there to greet me to the other side. But she wasn't, because in fact, I had not died. Confused, I tried again. I threw myself off the side of the mountain in great hopes that this time I might be more successful, and yet again, my feet land perfectly. Was I immortal????

I raced home to turn on my phone and contact my husband who was relieved to hear I was still alive. He told me to log onto social media immediately. I did. My Facebook feed was flooded with condolences, tags, photos of me, kind words, and feelings of deep sorrow. Hundreds of people were affected by my "death." I saw everything. Every post. Every word written about me. I was slightly shocked by the outpouring of love.

Julitto asked me what I was going to do... and I wasn't sure. I no longer wanted to proceed with my mission, yet I certainly could not return home. It was as if, somehow, while dying, I was BORN again. The reality in which held my existence no longer held me, yet, the place I was going, no longer called to me. I was stuck between dead and alive. Or maybe...I was given a chance to start all over again, allowing the "old me" to be erased, existing only in memory. I could now be anything or anybody. I truly was immortal.