The vacuum they leave

 

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

 

The aftermath of a nightmare is always dicey.

You wake up shaken, still sorting through the threads that cling to consciousness, trying to figure out which is dream and which is real.

You hope you get it right, and can shed those terrible moments when all life seemed hopeless, and the darkest parts.

Eventually, you come to realize that the dream was only a dream, an incredibly awful experience that has passed, and with dawn, a new life, a conscious life, a miraculous life begins.

But also a dull life, one from which you need to rebuild some sense of purpose, and that in the end, the panic of the nightmare propelled you, and in the waking world, new energies from new resource must be found to keep you moving forward.

This is the problem with nightmares: the vacuum they leave.