by Miles Harman
“Her name is Claire.”
I immediately recognize the person, a young version of my mother. She’s alive here and dreaming too. My parents didn’t die on Haleakala, but dreamt all along, just as I did. Relief washes over me when I realize nobody in any of my dream worlds really died when our realities temporarily parted. Somewhere in this room, my father, Greg, or even the men I seemed to kill, are peacefully asleep.
Approaching the front door, Allison says, “Before you can go outside you need your memory re-sequenced, which will help you understand many things. All of the memory suppressions between your dream lifetimes will be removed, enabling you to simultaneously recall all your dreams. When this happens, you will instantly gain a far greater understanding of all the lessons you learned inside.”
Allison rolls me into a small room next to the main exit. After she pushes a few buttons, a probe drops next to my head. She announces with a smile, “It’ll only hurt for a second.”
The probe moves around my head. Suddenly, my mind flashes- memories and emotions from thousands of seemingly separate lives surge. Loves, hates, births, deaths, and every variety of human experience return. My lifetimes of actions always affected those around me but returned to me in the end. Self-centered desires trapped me in my dream states, separating me from my true self, burning inside my mind for countless lifetimes before exhausting. Evolving into an understanding that everything I experienced was an aspect of me is what finally broke me free, returning me to absolute harmony.
The scanner stops, and Allison pushes me out of the small room where I gained an indescribable new understanding of reality. She leans over, gives me a long kiss, and looks into my eyes with a big smile.
“Welcome home.”
Opening the exit door, she pushes me outside. We emerge into a lush and bright new world. We’re awake together, ready to build something spectacular.
When Dreams End
Additional information:
Website: https://www.WhenDreamsEnd.com
Other Work By Miles Harman:
I Am God, Be Still and Know
Email the author: [email protected]
A special thanks to:
M. Nightingale for editorial support
