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"I give this to you; now leave me."
This is a dream I had last night and I had to write it down. I found it so intriguing that I wanted to share. The dream was much more detailed than this and I got to know each person in the dream so well. Unfortunately I cannot express that in this short bit. Enjoy my dream.
A simple man, attractive & successful in every aspect, that when he walked into a room every eye turned in envy and admiration. His marriage had been long but they still laughed and felt like newlyweds.
The night air was crisp but warm breezes still teased as though it was grasping to hang onto the fading summer. It was their anniversary and it was about to interrupted by Death.
Death approached him simply. A drink in one hand and the other reached out to shake his in congratulations. They exchanged pleasantries and small talk till the man had to ask this unfamiliar face who he was. It was if the volume in the room was turned down on a stereo but the crowd still made all the movements as before. The stranger spoke clearly: “Why I am death and I am here for you.”
The man stood in disbelief and laughed at the absurdity of those words. The stranger just stood there with the same mannerisms as before. His laughing stopped when the stranger leaned in closer.
“I normally don’t introduce myself but I wanted to have some fun. You’re scheduled to die very soon but I want to mix things up. Perhaps offer you an out if you’re interested.” The man’s lack of speech made Death continue. “Your death is going to long and most painful. You have a disease which there is no cure or treatment. It hasn’t given you any signs yet but it will soon, very soon. The pains you feel will be like no other pain you can experience and it will be horrible.”
Death stood back taking a sip of the amber drink and looked for a reaction.
“So, what is the out you mentioned?” The man’s voice was weak but still withheld the disbelief.
“Your out is just to “give” your illness to someone else. Oh, no, not anyone though… the person you love the most. I will give you the power to do so but if you choose not… you die.”
The man looked at his wife then back at death shaking his head. “I can’t”
Death shrugged it’s shoulders. “You say that now so easily but if you change your mind here are the rules.
1. You can only pass your sickness to the person you love most by whispering in their ear the words you will hear in your head.
2. If you choose not to pass it on your death will be horrific and there will be no rest.
3. You cannot kill yourself. There will be no success in trying to do so. Remember I am death and can control these things. This also means no one else can do this too. You wont become a superman though so don’t go trying to rob a bank or some messed up thing like that.
4. This “gift” will end with the one who dies from it.
The man shook his head again. “I couldn’t do this to her.” Death smiled and walked away and waved. With a laugh the man watched Death disappear into crowd with these words. “See you soon enough friend.”
Months passed and very quickly the man got sick and his illness spread. He was bedridden and couldn’t move without excruciating pain. No medication or any treatment could help him feel better in the least. Still his wife never left his side but at night when she thought he was sleeping she cried out loud. “I want to take this from you. What can I do? My only wish is to see you healthy again like we used to be.”
Those words echoed in the man’s ears as pain burned down his spine. Weak but mustering enough strength he held her hand as she leaned down to hug him. He turned his head towards hers and whispered. He didn’t think of the words but they seem to come out on their own.
“I give this to you; now leave me.”
The next day the man’s health improved and soon things seemed back to normal. A year passed but in the back of his head he still remembered Death’s words but they were happy. His wife seemed fine.
Death approached her in a late spring shower as she ran to the bank. He told her the same rules not telling her of Death’s previous agreement.
The cycle began again and she was at that same point her husband was so many, many months ago. Her family was called to say their last goodbyes but after their visit she seemed to get better and was healthy once again. People heralded it a miracle but in her heart she was ashamed.
After many months another person soon began to get sick but the sickness seemed to go away. So many different people and families carried this along; not being strong enough to face the reality of death when there is an offer out.
Till finally another person got sick after many years of this hidden loop. Death approached him and told him the same as Death had many times before. The man looked at Death and smiled. In a clear voice he answered. “Death it is.” He walked away from death without looking back.
The man was dying. He was in pain but he still smiled for his family, friends and those who surrounded him. Death visited him often tempting him of the release but the man always shook his head, with great effort, and refused.
His heart beat was weak & machines kept him alive. The doctors told the family it was going to be any day. The family was prepared and they smiled with the dying man. The sun set and the darkness filled the sky. A busy hospital was now quiet with the sounds of machinery, beeping and the soft whispers of nurses down the hall.
Death approached him with a smile and offered one last time. The man with tears in his closed eyes mouthed the words “no thank you”.
“Then time for my game to end. It’s been fun.” Death touched the man between the eyes gently. A silence filled the room before the intrusive sounds of alarms went off.
The man died.
Now I cannot remember clearly but I think death spared the man after he died and brought him back letting him know that you cannot escape death. That is always inevitable. Death let him in on his cruel game but still the man said he would have chosen the same path. I just can't remember if that was it or not. My dream changed into some other strange dream afterwards and nothing was coherent. So I wrote all that I could remember clearly or as best I could.
A simple man, attractive & successful in every aspect, that when he walked into a room every eye turned in envy and admiration. His marriage had been long but they still laughed and felt like newlyweds.
The night air was crisp but warm breezes still teased as though it was grasping to hang onto the fading summer. It was their anniversary and it was about to interrupted by Death.
Death approached him simply. A drink in one hand and the other reached out to shake his in congratulations. They exchanged pleasantries and small talk till the man had to ask this unfamiliar face who he was. It was if the volume in the room was turned down on a stereo but the crowd still made all the movements as before. The stranger spoke clearly: “Why I am death and I am here for you.”
The man stood in disbelief and laughed at the absurdity of those words. The stranger just stood there with the same mannerisms as before. His laughing stopped when the stranger leaned in closer.
“I normally don’t introduce myself but I wanted to have some fun. You’re scheduled to die very soon but I want to mix things up. Perhaps offer you an out if you’re interested.” The man’s lack of speech made Death continue. “Your death is going to long and most painful. You have a disease which there is no cure or treatment. It hasn’t given you any signs yet but it will soon, very soon. The pains you feel will be like no other pain you can experience and it will be horrible.”
Death stood back taking a sip of the amber drink and looked for a reaction.
“So, what is the out you mentioned?” The man’s voice was weak but still withheld the disbelief.
“Your out is just to “give” your illness to someone else. Oh, no, not anyone though… the person you love the most. I will give you the power to do so but if you choose not… you die.”
The man looked at his wife then back at death shaking his head. “I can’t”
Death shrugged it’s shoulders. “You say that now so easily but if you change your mind here are the rules.
1. You can only pass your sickness to the person you love most by whispering in their ear the words you will hear in your head.
2. If you choose not to pass it on your death will be horrific and there will be no rest.
3. You cannot kill yourself. There will be no success in trying to do so. Remember I am death and can control these things. This also means no one else can do this too. You wont become a superman though so don’t go trying to rob a bank or some messed up thing like that.
4. This “gift” will end with the one who dies from it.
The man shook his head again. “I couldn’t do this to her.” Death smiled and walked away and waved. With a laugh the man watched Death disappear into crowd with these words. “See you soon enough friend.”
Months passed and very quickly the man got sick and his illness spread. He was bedridden and couldn’t move without excruciating pain. No medication or any treatment could help him feel better in the least. Still his wife never left his side but at night when she thought he was sleeping she cried out loud. “I want to take this from you. What can I do? My only wish is to see you healthy again like we used to be.”
Those words echoed in the man’s ears as pain burned down his spine. Weak but mustering enough strength he held her hand as she leaned down to hug him. He turned his head towards hers and whispered. He didn’t think of the words but they seem to come out on their own.
“I give this to you; now leave me.”
The next day the man’s health improved and soon things seemed back to normal. A year passed but in the back of his head he still remembered Death’s words but they were happy. His wife seemed fine.
Death approached her in a late spring shower as she ran to the bank. He told her the same rules not telling her of Death’s previous agreement.
The cycle began again and she was at that same point her husband was so many, many months ago. Her family was called to say their last goodbyes but after their visit she seemed to get better and was healthy once again. People heralded it a miracle but in her heart she was ashamed.
After many months another person soon began to get sick but the sickness seemed to go away. So many different people and families carried this along; not being strong enough to face the reality of death when there is an offer out.
Till finally another person got sick after many years of this hidden loop. Death approached him and told him the same as Death had many times before. The man looked at Death and smiled. In a clear voice he answered. “Death it is.” He walked away from death without looking back.
The man was dying. He was in pain but he still smiled for his family, friends and those who surrounded him. Death visited him often tempting him of the release but the man always shook his head, with great effort, and refused.
His heart beat was weak & machines kept him alive. The doctors told the family it was going to be any day. The family was prepared and they smiled with the dying man. The sun set and the darkness filled the sky. A busy hospital was now quiet with the sounds of machinery, beeping and the soft whispers of nurses down the hall.
Death approached him with a smile and offered one last time. The man with tears in his closed eyes mouthed the words “no thank you”.
“Then time for my game to end. It’s been fun.” Death touched the man between the eyes gently. A silence filled the room before the intrusive sounds of alarms went off.
The man died.
Now I cannot remember clearly but I think death spared the man after he died and brought him back letting him know that you cannot escape death. That is always inevitable. Death let him in on his cruel game but still the man said he would have chosen the same path. I just can't remember if that was it or not. My dream changed into some other strange dream afterwards and nothing was coherent. So I wrote all that I could remember clearly or as best I could.
Welcome
Welcome to this, the begining of an unknown length of time spent in a relationship with a screen and a keyboard typing up what may be garbage, or perhaps something clever, witty, poetic or philosophical.
I'd be more inclined to believe the former theory of garbage.
I'm a uni student about to start my 3rd year in a surveying and spatial info systems degree. Its a type of engineering. I am hoping to graduate and become involved in the field of hydrography - the mapping of bodies of water etc.
The main reason I'm starting this thing off is I just need a place to write the many thoughts that fly through my brain. I am the kind of dude who "bottles everything up", and of course that is considered to be unhelpful. So, if I write stuff out here, then maybe it will be a constructive way of letting things out, and helping me see how stupid I'm really being.
So, welcome along for the ride. I hope this will be not an entertaining hilarious read, but just a casual interface in which I can explore the depth of relationship that one can have with a screen full of pixels. Enjoy. Comment. Make yourself known to me.
Peace out
I'd be more inclined to believe the former theory of garbage.
I'm a uni student about to start my 3rd year in a surveying and spatial info systems degree. Its a type of engineering. I am hoping to graduate and become involved in the field of hydrography - the mapping of bodies of water etc.
The main reason I'm starting this thing off is I just need a place to write the many thoughts that fly through my brain. I am the kind of dude who "bottles everything up", and of course that is considered to be unhelpful. So, if I write stuff out here, then maybe it will be a constructive way of letting things out, and helping me see how stupid I'm really being.
So, welcome along for the ride. I hope this will be not an entertaining hilarious read, but just a casual interface in which I can explore the depth of relationship that one can have with a screen full of pixels. Enjoy. Comment. Make yourself known to me.
Peace out
Just learning this Blog thing
I am starting this as I start a new phase of my life. I am a 40ish single mom who is once again starting a new Career, with the hopes of improving my life.
I am very excited about my new job which I start tomorrow, and it has been a long time since I have felt excited about anything. My life over the last several years, had been nothing more than work, work, work. Just keeping my head slightly above the water. Everytime I feel as if I am getting just a tiny bit ahead something comes along and slams me back down. I realize I have come to expect this.
Well, no more! I have always put my kids and my role as mother and parent first and I cannot even remember where I lost myself along the way. But I have.
So now I am going to attempt to start to care for myself again. Pay attention to myself. Maybe even go on a few dates, have some fun.
And tomorrow, the new job starts. I see this as the jumping off point. I have been working towards this for a long time. And I finally think I have found a work place that appreciates my talent, and is compensating me so. more on that later.
So, here I go, forward...looking ahead with my head held high.
As far as the dating thing, it has been so long, (by choice) I feel as if I put my self on a shelf until I was able, and now I feel as if I am itching all over if you get my meaning. So that whole area of my life has suddenly woken up and MAN, is it letting me know how it wants to make up for lost time.
Well, enouugh for now folks, more tomorrow
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