Most people wake up on December 25th to the sound of tearing wrapping paper or the smell of coffee. I woke up at 3:00 AM with one thought screaming through my head: What the hell was that?
I’m used to vivid dreams, but this one felt different. It felt heavy. It felt real. And even now, hours later, the images are burned into my mind with a clarity that’s honestly a little rattling.
Part 1: The Guardians in the Forest
The dream started in my happy place: the forest. If you know me, you know hiking is my therapy, so nothing felt off at first. But then the “pack” joined me.
I wasn’t alone. I was hiking with wolves—multiple of them. They weren’t aggressive or threatening; they were just there, walking alongside me like silent sentries. They were breathtakingly beautiful. We hiked for what felt like an eternity, moving through the trees with a sense of purpose, even though I had no idea where we were headed.
In hindsight, it felt like a journey—until the lights went out.
Part 2: The Silent Spectator
“Poof.” Darkness.
The scene shifted instantly. I wasn’t in the woods anymore; I was in a room filled with my closest friends and family. This should have been a relief, but the atmosphere was suffocating. They were all visibly unhappy—distraught, even.
I tried to talk to them. I tried to get their attention. But it was like I was a ghost in my own life. No matter what I did, no matter how loud I yelled, they couldn’t see or hear me.
Part 3: The Reveal
I started looking around, trying to figure out where we were. The room was unfamiliar, but the setup was unmistakable. It was a funeral.
Driven by a morbid curiosity, I walked toward the front of the room. A group of people stood around a casket, looking down with heavy hearts. I pushed through—still invisible—and looked inside.
It was me. The moment I saw my own face staring back at me, the dream snapped. Boom. Eyes open. 3:00 AM.