Last evening, I lay awake dwelling on the dimensions of Earth’s issues. If we may simply put away petty tribalism, I believed with tears dampening my pillow, we may see the frequent humanity that unites us. Once I lastly did go to sleep, I had a dream so inspiring I really feel compelled by a power larger than myself to share it.
I dreamt of a world of peace. Of unity. I dreamt of a world, the place folks of all nations, races, and creeds forgot their variations and grabbed fingers with, randomly, my center faculty health club trainer. Nevertheless it completely felt regular that she was there, if that makes any sense?
On this dream, everybody determined to place away their weapons. They laid them in a verdant meadow, and the place the weapons had been positioned, flowers grew. From past a delicate rolling hill, marched all of the folks of the world as one household alike in variety, and collectively we grabbed fingers with, get this, Mrs. Rodriguez from health club class, which is loopy ‘trigger I haven’t considered her in, like, 20 years not less than. However she was absolutely, simply, like, there grabbing fingers with the folks of the world and singing a hymn of peace. So weird.
In my wonderful imaginative and prescient, the hymn of peace that each one folks sang was in such excellent concord you might see it within the air, the music an excellent golden shimmer that floated as much as the sky. The one discordant notice got here from Mrs. Rodriguez who wasn’t singing however was really shit-talking my good friend Mikhala from school. And Mrs. Rodriguez would don’t have any method of figuring out her, clearly. However within the dream, Mikhaila, Mrs. Rodriguez, and I had been, like, a good friend group. Bizarre, proper?
As my hand joined with Mrs. Rodriguez, she grew to become a conduit for the profound love I shared with the infinite throngs of humanity to which I used to be now related, although I completely do not forget that when Mrs. Rodriguez taught us sex-ed, she would refuse to say the phrase “masturbate” and that positively created an unhealthy factor for me down the road.
The dream was so vivid it felt extra actual than life. I swear, once I awakened it took me a couple of minutes to comprehend that each one wars hadn’t actually ended, and it took even longer to comprehend that Mrs. Rodriguez was carrying my present boyfriend’s shirt. The place did she get that?
I used to be additionally drawn to her, in a method I form of bear in mind feeling, like, perhaps romantic? However I’m going to investigate that proper now.
Wait, that is so embarrassing, but it surely’s simply coming again to me that the hymn of peace that emerged from the mouths of all creation did have the melody of Enjoyable’s “We Are Younger.” And really, come to consider it, the impossibly inexperienced meadow the place our leaders signed a worldwide peace treaty on a floating parchment scroll was a mixture of my childhood yard and the grass from the 1998 animated film ANTZ.
However whatever the particulars, come morning, I awoke from my dream decided to make this utopia a actuality. Step one to a greater world, a peaceable world, is to return collectively as one. So I say to you now: Could we be part of our fingers, unite our voices, and pool our heads collectively in order that we could bear in mind Mrs. Rodriguez’s first title to Google if she’s nonetheless alive.
For what’s a dream however a actuality to return?
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