Reading Time: 3 minutes That Christmas week I spent immersed in the Friday the 13th beta had come to life all around me. I remember yelling “Tommy!? Tommy!?!? Where are you???”
I can’t remember the last time any game took over a part of my psyche…
The other night (or day, depending on how you look at it), as I was fighting the good fight against insomnia and catching a few z’s, I had a very vivid dream. I was on pilgrimage on the Camino de Santiago in Spain, somewhere mid-route, and encountered one of my favorite celebrities. We sat down and had a long chat about life and random miscellany. Favorite foods, movies, music, and discussing how we’d chosen to take this journey and our individual reasons for doing so. Eventually the conversation took a deep turn and she began to open up to me about issues she was dealing with in her life and career. She revealed to me she was very sad and lonely, and had been struggling mightily to keep herself in the game, and in life essentially. Due to my own experiences with severe depression it’s in my nature to reach out and help someone who is suffering, and I offered my perspective. We discovered among our common vernacular a sense of rapport, and philosophical understanding. The convo became very personal, inspirational, and touching. She began to tear up and sob happily as we shared a couple laughs and a warm embrace. She didn’t want to let go. I could feel her sadness and was happy to be a lone beacon in what she described as a sea of black and icy abandon. Making it more special was the realization that this was someone I had spent years admiring and appreciating, and now, here she was in my arms and listening to me as I relished the opportunity to do something meaningful for her. In a way, it reminded me of the time I talked someone down from killing themself in real life, and I’ve no doubt the endearing memory of that night was lending itself to this vibrant excursion deep into my own psychological abstrusity. It was the type of dream that only comes along once in a great while. The kind that is so vivid and lifelike, where the word surreal often gets reversed, and we wake up wiping away real tears and remaining absorbed in that lucid reverie the majority of our day. This was my dream, and it was easily in the running to make my all-time top 3 favorite, most inspirational dreams I’ve ever had.
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