Wordless Breath

What if in your dreams, you thought you would be something much better in the waking world. 

In your dream, you anticipated how amazing you would be when you woke up. Thinking your dream form to be lesser than that of the sleeping you in some other bigger reality, you fantasized about how it would be to wake to your full potential. You imagined a slightly altered, slightly better appearance, and that you could speak clearly and precisely the words you needed to convey to the world. You thought, "When I wake up, I will have so much more to work with and I will be able to do so many wonderful things!"

In the random passing of dreams, like passing through train-stations on the railway, you fought imaginary enemies who wanted to keep you from waking up. They were trying to keep you from realizing your true potential and utilizing the natural powers you held in your existence. Often these enemies would hold up distorted mirrors to you, showing you blown up flaws and horribly disfigured self-images of a you whom you felt was disgusting and disgraceful. They told you that these mirrors depicted reality, and in order to defeat them you had to somehow look inside yourself and see that the images before you weren't real. Dreaming of a better you that you needed to fight for, you feared that perhaps your idea was wrong and this was the real you.

You also encountered friends and discovered secrets to defeating even your worst foe. You worked together with beautiful people from lives past by, and learned new skills to combat the trials of this imaginary world, of your dreamed life. These people, somehow a part of you, showed you a different kind of reflection, one that you found admirable and stunning. They told you, "This is your true self" and challenged you to overcome the negative images. Despite this seemingly unquestionable truth, sometimes you faced pessimistic worries and quite nearly succumbed to the embarrassing traits assigned to you by your enemies. Every battle felt like a close battle, and every time a story was about to conclude, next stop! Things flashed forward to another scene. It seemed you were perpetually fighting, would you ever wake up?

Just before that last moment in between the sun shining in your sleeping eyes to wake you and your final dream battle to combat your most feared and anticipated enemy, all the figures you had seen through dreams for years (or so it seemed) came around you in the formation of a circle. As you looked at each of them, you saw their smiling beautiful faces that evoked a soothing calmness in your heart. Most of these people, you knew, were people your real self knows. They were part of your inner circle and they had come to show you how beautiful you really were so you could join them again, untainted by the imaginary foes of your dream world. With this calmness, you began to shine, and all of the dream world collapsed into the black hole of your soul, into a point smaller than the smallest unseen particular structure known to man, and for an instant you realized that everything in your dream world was the real you, all parts of you manifest in a dreamlike form. In that instant, understanding all the trials and images imagined in this world, that singular point exploded into a vast universe of endless cosmoses, nebulas, stars and worlds... 

...and you woke up.

Blinking, you strained to remember your dream, but found it difficult. You yawned, pushed the covers off, and stretched as you got up from your slumber. Without a word, you stumbled with eyes half shut into the bathroom, onto the toilet. You swore you had the coolest dream, but shrugged as your efforts to recall details failed you... then, as you washed your hands, you slowly looked into the mirror on the wall. You saw yourself, exactly as you are and should be... without the fears and inhibitions you had fought so gallantly against in your dream world... and you didn't know why, but you let out a quiet gasp...

...but this is just me?

You laughed, of course it is. This is how you have always been...but for some reason, despite having forgotten everything you had lived through in the dream world, you silently and unabashedly thought in that moment, "I am so beautiful".

Now, the question is... are you ready to wake up?