I died in my dream last night.
I remember the details of those final seconds so vividly that they continue to replay in my conscious mind…
I was in an old convertible car with a young woman and I was speeding.
We were chasing people across a huge bridge when I lost control of the vehicle.
We careened off the edge, through the barrier, and our bodies were thrown from the car.
Ejected into the sky.
And in slow motion, our eyes locked in mid air.
I yelled, almost apologetically, “This is it!”
We reached out for each other, struggling to connect our hands as we fell towards the earth.
I remember looking down several times, preparing myself.
But in those slivers of seconds before impact, there was absolutely no fear.
When I finally hit, it was as if I was shattered into a million pieces of energy.
Like fireworks, I exploded.
I was gone, but now bigger than my body.
I don’t know that I have an explanation or any deeper understanding, but I do know that today I feel a little bit more fearless.