The dream started in abstract fashion, as dreams are so readily able to do. You know the type. They are built of mismatching places and people. Laws of reason and continuity were tangled into a knotted tangent on a storm tossed sea. Yet as bad as this dream raged randomly on, the tumult smoothed. The wild tempest of thought settled in an instant and leveled out like a clear lake of glass. It was an epiphany of lucidity. I had clarion focus and sense of self. As my mind’s eye adjusted, I realized that there was someone else with me.

He stood as a silhouette of light, surrounded by brighter luminescence. Yet despite all of his radiance, I held no fear or blinding pain. There was a sensation of quiet, albeit friendly acknowledgement akin to a slow head nod despite the lack of appearance of one.

At first we communicated only through an empathic connection. It was an easy exchange of gentle awareness, a preamble for greater yet shorter words. In that instant I realized that we had not communicated vocally, but across a great distance so unfathomable that I could only accept it’s range as one does the distance of stars.

“Amazing! We’re talking without presence!”
His head tilted to the side in bemusement as a wave of humor washed over me.

“Why is that so strange?”

The physical sensation of his voice was as if it bellowed as a deep wind in a distant storm. These words were more felt than heard and while this exchange took place, a warm silken breeze flowed over my form. My speaker of light continued.

“Do you yourselves not communicate and send enormous quantities of data through the air?”

It was my turn to be silent, confounded but clear to his statement. He was right and I was awed at the simplicity of the answer.

“But this is…..but I…..why now?”

“Because we like to check in from time to time and give you” (meaning people) “a friendly nudge in the right direction.”

I felt my eyes go wide at that.

“How will I reach you?”

“We’ll be in touch. Soon.”

In that instant while the light of my dream went out, the light of my consciousness popped on brightly. I sat up with a start, wide awake. No cobwebs clouded my thoughts. It was hours before dawn and yet I was fully awake and aware without a hint of fatigue. Yet despite that clarity the surreal absurdity of my experience had me wondering where I could get things like that from.

As I later related the dream, wishing it could be real, Ted said, “Why couldn’t it be real?”

Why indeed.