I was once in a coma for about 2 years. I had many dreams during this time, but the one I remember most clearly went something like this:
I was walking down the street, and
a box was blocking my path. It was no bigger than the size of a watermelon, but
It was there.
Every one else seemed to
Walk around it. as if unconsciously avoiding it.
I asked a passerby, “do you see that box??”
I pointed in front of me. “that box! the one right there”
He looked at the box and back at me, as if
I were crazy.
Clearly he couldn’t see it.
I asked 3 more people. A young couple with tightly clasped hands
And an old woman with a dog in her purse.
All of them said they saw no box. The old woman offered to call an ambulance for me.
so I picked up the box, this box meant for me. And I opened it.
Magic leapt into
And then I woke up.