comfort in a dream

i found myself walking along a familiar path, a path i knew led me to school. the sky was ambiguous, in a shade of dusk and dawn. somehow i was dressed in another uniform but there was this feeling that i was not in the right place.

yet i walked on ahead, through the gates.

and saw the children, sitting down, running around.

i sat down beside a boy, no more than eight years of age, quiet in his own contemplation. his sister, a year older, was beside him, looking at him.

and we began a conversation, his quiescence against my speech.

"but you are special," i said to him. "you are not her, not him, nor him, nor him." i pointed to his sister, who began to smile gently and then to the other children running around. "everyone is different, and that is why everyone is special. but you are the most special one."

his sister smiled at me. and i continued a coversation that i cannot recall.

as i then stood up to leave at the end, the boy looked at me, tears in his eyes, and embraced me with a strength that belied his slight frame.

"thank you," he said. "may that which you work for, come true."

i woke up in wonder at the meaning of that dream. yet, i am surprisingly calm, and at peace. and there was such an overwhelming sense of comfort that i got from the last words i remembered.

in a very unexplainable way, i felt blessed.