Don't Go Gently Into That Goodnight: Difference between revisions

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Then I blacked out, it was maybe December. I was 4 years old, mom and dad were standing by the menorah. It was Hanukkah, 2007. Accept something was off they sang, not the Hebrew prayer but something else in a language I had never heard before. They then turned to me making weird noises but I could still tell they were happy just as they were the first time. Then I started being taken to random places at seemingly even more random intervals.
 
Soon I realized it was my memory’s of growing up, they were trying to spell something out. A being of a far higher dimension was trying to comunícatecommunicate. It said. “I lost you, I need you, you need me and we need each other.” Then another burst of light, I was awake in the regular world. In a hospital bed, I could barely make out a red button with the words “call nurse,” on it. I struggled but eventually pushed it, it was exhausting.
 
The nurse came in, dropped her tray of stuff and screamed. “Everyone he’s awake!” Soon six people came in. To tall young men, to far older men and a man and his wife who had to be pushing a hundred. “Sir I need to to take this anxiety pill before we continue,” the pretty young woman said. I took the pill and then she continued. “Mr. you have just come out of a 70 year comatose state. Those two are your parents,” she points to the really old couple.