Truly A Nightmare

Friday, November 17, 2006

My mother has a co-worker whose wife had a seizure and stopped breathing while 35 weeks pregnant almost 5 years ago. The baby was delivered in an emergency c-section and the wife, who was without oxygen for more that 20 minutes, has been in a coma ever since. Last week, her respirator was no longer effectively breathing for her and the decision was made to remove her from the machines which were now failing to keep her alive.

Guess what happened? Her lungs began functioning on their own and she regained consciousness. She can now sit up and drool and blink on her own. Lucky her. She suffered massive brain damage and now relies on her family for much more than she has for the last half-decade. She will never walk and never talk again. She may not even be aware that she is a person.

As my mother recounted this story to me, with a tone that suggested that God had his hand in the events, I remembered a dream I had a few nights earlier. I hadn't recalled anything about the dream until she reminded me so I knew my thoughts were truly being led by The Spirit^tm.

I dreamed that I had suffered some kind of accident and had awoken from a coma unable to speak or move. I was however fully aware. In my dream, my mother and my wife dressed me in a suit and tie every Sunday and wheeled me to church. Every. Single. Sunday. I was unable to force myself to wake from the dream. It was truly hell. I remember contemplating, even after I awoke, ways I could kill myself in that situation.

As my mother finished her story, I told her of my dream.

"If that ever really happens to me. I will find a way to kill myself and haunt you."

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