Dream About Finding Connection And Hope

I knew I was dreaming. I was washed up. I was a nobody. I was too depressed, I was too down. I was no longer a service to the world. My head had been down for too long. I failed at life. I was picked up by a shady group. I was taken deep underground, very deep underground. Where light never shines, never reaches, it was impossible. I then realized that I was forced to be a miner, deep underground. In the first vent, we excavated only to be met with dangerous gaseous. We ran back to the elevator. I noticed the darkness, the quietness. But I also remember I had fight in me. As I picked up my equipment to go to the next mine, I noticed the equipment was shitty. I looked over to the “foreman.” He asked if I had a problem. His regalia seemed to be that of Spartans, Conquistador, or Olympian. He was bigger than me, but I was determined. I didn’t punk out but I knew I my situation. I had nowhere to go. So I said fuck it and went down the mine. I was digging up metal, scraping it. It seemed that I was down there forever. I was dirty, lungs filthy, coughing. But I knew there was something more. I looked at the elevator everyday for what seemed several hundred days; wondering if I would ever see the light; if I would ever resurface, come back out to the world. It seemed like a distant dream. One day, as I was coughing my lungs up. Another dead soul called my attention to the elevator. All this time, we were nothing but shadows, no faces, no names, no identity. I got in the elevator. It was just two of us. Once we reached the surface. I realized she was beautiful. We were both in our Marine Corps Jungle Cammies. I was a Sergeant again. She was too. We had to navigate the above ground. It was all militaristic, units marching left and right. We both walked with purpose. We navigated checkpoints, and naturally came up with orders. All meanwhile, we grew together, liked each other, developed a true connection. We navigated an entire base, without suspicion. I took care of her, she took care of me. On a personal level, I realized she was sweet, she was nice. She encouraged me. I reciprocated. When I felt overwhelmed she was there. When I was scared, she was there. She made me feel safe. As we navigated the base, a few officers challenged us. We were in trouble, but we both stuck with each other. We looked at each other and took off. We got away. We laughed together. That’s when I looked into her eyes and beyond. She was strong. She made me strong. This was the first time I ever felt happy. She smiled at me, and I smiled at her. Now that I am awake I wish remembered what her nametape was. I didn’t want to wake up. We then snuck into a meeting. She sat next to me. She lifted my head up. She taught me to speak up for myself. We both spoke. I spoke up. I spoke words worthy of wisdom. She spoke too, two young NCOs, speaking truths. We were bold, worthy of respect even from generals. We were both speaking with confidence. We saw the head nods from superiors who were pleased and showed respect. I looked over at her, and I knew I would never ever feel alone. She was the only person in my life who was there for me. The feeling in I felt in this dream was that I felt complete, finally at peace. This was the happiest dream I ever had, better than my reality, ever, never had anyone like her. Now, every time I sleep, hopefully I can continue this bliss.