Dreams and reality

Last Saturday night, I had a bizarre dream. I lived in a world where everyone’s intellectual development platued at a certain point very early in their lives. In order to become more intelligent and move ahead, you had to die and come back to life.

There was a gassing system that would take you up via conveyor belt up into a small room. Gas would be pumped in, you would die, and then a short while later, the doctors would bring you back to life.

Your reanimated self would be smarter…better than the majority of the human race.

But there’s a catch.

You cannot have any relationships once you are brought back to life.

In my dream, I had been told that I would be undergoing the procedure. I did not choose to. As I lay in the room waiting for the gas to be pumped in, I started screaming and banging on the walls to get out. I had to tell everyone I loved that I couldn’t be with them anymore.

The next morning I woke up with the dream still vivid in my memory. I laughed it off…haha, silly over-imaginative mind.

But something about the dream has stuck with me this past week.

The more I listen to other’s stories and the more advice I’m given, it seems that parts of me really do have to die.

For a person to succeed, they have to let pieces of their personality, their old life, slip away to make way for the new and improved life. No one can make that journey with them and many will be left behind.

The dream is a metaphor for getting ahead in the world and the sacrifices one most make – relationships most of all.

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