Is this a dream? Is this for real? When I was 17, I was crossing the street to catch the city bus to go to school. A car hit me and sent me flying into the air to land on my head 25 feet away. All the way to the hospital in the ambulance, my mom said I was like a broken record, asking over and over, Is this a dream, is this for real? I remember her holding my hand and telling me, No, honey, this is not a dream, this is for real.
I find myself asking those questions again, thinking any moment someone will wake me up, and I’ll find out that this is nothing but a dream. Someone, anyone, please wake me . . .