Getting over myself

I've been having the most insane dreams in the mornings. They have been generally very violent. Three days ago I drowned in a pool (after a long drawn out dream walkabout), this morning I was in the middle of a war in a hospital where I saw many people die (again after a long drawn out dream adventure). I wake up at 6:30 wide awake thinking about the many things I have to accomplish, trying to get the dream out of my head so I can go back to sleep. These dreams have absolutely nothing to do with my daily reality. They have but shadow fragments of daily life. I wasn't freaked out by drowning. The thing that pulled at my heart in that dream was my last thought "but I thought I was supposed to be revived." Wow - imagine that being the last thing you think as your drowning? Sad, huh. That feeling has stayed with me for days.

These dreams are a sharp difference from the commands I was waking up with a few weeks ago. They were specific and pithy items about helping/doing something with/for people I used to feel slight animosity for. My ego stepped in for one second and tried to bash the plan down, but when I thought about it, they were really perfect people for the situations. I had nothing to lose. So I got over myself. Once that happened something shifted in me. I stopped giving a shit about people I thought I used to hate/dislike/get irritated by. I got detached from my egotistical judgment. I didn't care about my personal opinion in the scheme of the larger plan. And that opened a much wider view.