5 AM

It was all a dream, a bad dream, but a dream nonetheless. After waking up from a bad dream, I found myself lying in bed, thinking. I could feel every blink of an eye I made, and the house was quiet enough that I could hear my thoughts clearly, crystal clear. This is scary. In the constant go, sometimes all you need is to wake up and feel the silence of the night. The alarm hasn't gone off yet, and no one is awake. And all I can think about is that dream.

As a kid, when I had bad dreams, I would try to go back into them and recreate the moment, rewriting the part I didn't like. I tried doing the same with this one, but no alternative ending led to a happy ending. So, I stayed awake. I felt the blinks. And then, I prayed. I asked God What now? What next? What do I do with this dream and the experience?

The alarm went off; time to get back to the reality of life. Forgive the writings of an old man, or bear for a moment. Long ago, things seemed simpler, and that was either two weeks ago or two years ago, I can't tell, but I know there's no going back. And I suppose that's what made me want to grab the digital pen and write... but there is no putting Pandora back in its box, there's no taking back what was said, and there is no ignoring what has already been brought out to the light.

So, it was a dream, the time we walked in ignorance or lack of boldness, but it was a bad dream. Having awoken from complacency, how then shall we go back? I know this is scary, and it feels like, well, I don't know what it feels like, but it's worth exploring. After all, the alarm went off, and pretty soon it will be time to go to work.

So, I shake myself from the dream, say a prayer to the God above, and walk towards a future that will be... better than last night's dream.