Thread by @XivTroy

I died in my dream last night. The brakes jammed, the uber driver panicked, & a bus rammed into us; pushing us down the cliff. You could hear noise everywhere as the car rolled. It was dark except for the intermittent patches of light seeping through the shattering windows...

I was afraid. I had not anticipated it. I thought to myself, "Maybe if I could reach the door, I might live". Yet, I couldn't be bothered to move. It was hopeless. I reached for my seat belt, but even that was hopeless. It was too far off. I sat still and made peace with death.

I thought about life... about nature. I would miss the sky. I always loved its blue. I would miss the wind and trees, and rivers: in those I found hope... in those I mended. I thought about people and the beauty of hope. I wondered where I might fall: in heaven or hell.

I thought about my girlfriend... about the family we would never raise. We were going to call the little one "Opong", and go to the beach. I wondered what she was doing at that moment. "does she know? has she felt it?" I shed a tear. Dying is lonely. Dying is so sad.

I thought about my mother, & my old man. I should have called more often. But oh well! People say, in death, you remember the happy moments. That's just sentiment by the living. In truth, you remember your responsibilities: the pockets of meaning in your life. I was devastated.

I went back to my childhood and my lips broke into a smile. It is strange how the vagaries of life eat away our optimism. We fear so much, we hate even more, we live so little. That it took death to remind me of life's abundance was unfortunate. Life is to be lived.

The car had stopped spinning. It was getting darker. I tried to move my feet but they would not budge. I tried my arms, but they were too heavy. I was not in pain, I was just sorry. So I whispered a prayer and closed my eyes...

Then I woke up and here I am.