A story about a dream and a DREAM

A few weeks ago, I had a vivid dream. In it, I was drowning in a body of water. It was a river where I jumped on a jutting rock before landing on the clear water. Suddenly, there was this current pulling me back that I couldn't seem to get out of no matter how hard I try to swim to the surface.

After what seemed to be an eternity of thrashing and resisting, I simply let go. So this must be how it feels to die. In the dream, I clearly remember the feeling of surrendering because there's nothing else to get me out of that situation. I was a goner. So I just let go.

And then I woke up. I was so relieved I was on my bed and not in a body of water because I'm well aware that dream couldn't be far from my reality if ever I was in one.

That dream, of course, warranted a Google search for its meaning. Many interpretations say "I could be overwhelmed with emotions, fear or anxiety". Or it's "a symbolism of something that's weighing me down".

I probably was stressed due to a large volume of responsibilities that was added in our work load. I was also anxious with the results of my study permit application to the point I couldn't sleep well for weeks LOL.

The work stress will always be there, so coping and managing are keys. But I'm happy to say that today marks the end of my sleeplessness and agonies. Tbh, I've been anxiously (also excitedly) waiting  for the results of my application and today, it happened.

I got it.

These times are crazy, unpredictable, and unprecedented, but I'll worry about those later but for now, let me bathe in happiness.