A Dream to Remember

"She has less than a minute," someone said. It could have been an angel, a higher power, or possibly a scientist. Whoever it was, they weren't with me, not where I was, but they were somehow able to see me. I couldn't tell how or why, but I knew what they were saying wasn't hostile or uncaring. Just matter of fact.

And I knew, I knew from what they were saying that I was about to die.

Somehow I was back in my parents' bathroom in Stockton, but it was bigger. Big enough for me to sit down and stretch out on the floor.

I had just gotten out of the shower, wrapping my towel around me when I understood what was about to happen.

I could feel my body giving out and growing weaker. I had my phone in my hand, and though I could have spent my last seconds dialing the emergency line, I chose to relax. I could say that I resigned to what was happening, but that isn't accurate. In that moment I knew I was passing away and I was at peace.

I made sure my towel was covering me, so that whoever found me would not find me indecent.

And before I left, I closed my eyes and said, "God, thank You for this beautiful life."

And I felt... Really felt... My body giving out. It was like suffocating, or my heart bursting. And yet I was at peace.

At peace.

And then I woke up.