Every once in a while, our dreams allow us to live and experience things we would never have access to in our waking life. To experience them not in an ethereal dream world, but as if we are actually there for a moment.
Last night, I wandered through a slew of strange dreams. I haven’t been able to remember my dreams in quite a while. In the most memorable of the bunch, I got to live through the experience of coming out to my family as a gay man. (Actually, I think I was more of a 16 year old boy). My family promptly disowned me. It was both terrible and illuminating. Toward the end, thankfully, it wandered off into nonsense as most dreams do. But I remember how it felt.