There are some experiences in my life that now seem as if they only happened in a dream. I can recall them if I want to, or not. Like a movie I can play over and over again in my mind and pause, fast forward, or rewind.There are even a few people I was once fiercely close to who now seem to have only been characters in mental dreamscapes from a long time ago.
This doesn't sadden me. I rather like it really. I like thinking back and noting when this or that happened and realizing that at that particular point in my real-life-experience turned dream-movie, that thing was meant to be a lesson for me to remember and use in the future.
“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
― Langston Hughes
I find this relatable. There are many episodes of my own life that I now look back on and, to an extent, wonder if they were real. I know they WERE real; they were a huge part of my life. However, today I think of them as more or less intangible. While I can recall them, even if I wanted to, I can't go back there. And like you, I rather like it. Glad you came away from it with a lesson.
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