Just a Dream…Or Is It?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

Hmmm….Something along the lines of  The Price is Right and Let’s Make a Deal. On Let’s Make Deal, you get to pick either Door #1, Door #2, or Door #3, where you could win a fabulous prize(a New car), a functional prize(a TV or a Washer/Dryer Combination), or a Zonk(aka Booby Prize).  On The Price is Right, there is a game where the right combination of numbers can win you either a fabulous prize (a new car), a functional prize(a Living Room set), or the “Booby prize” (which is in this case the dollar amount in a piggy bank, which usually runs about 7 to 9 dollars)

Ok, Door #1 , I have been given one clue, “A Past Event”.

Door #2, the clue I was given “The Future”

Door #3, the clue given here was “The Present…or Not the Present”

I was given one key, which would only unlock the one door of my choice.

Decisions, decisions.  There is always that chance I would be a champ…or a chump.  That being said, I decided to go with Door#3.

In true Monty Hall fashion, I had to look at the doors I did not pick, starting with Door #2, which turned out to be nothing more than a dark space…no sun,moon,or light.  No rain, no heat, no cold.  No oxygen.  No way could I exist there. (Good call so far)

Now, to Door #1,  A Past Event…I was in the beginning of my senior year in college…I went into what I thought was my final year thinking I was going to be graduating in the spring, but wind not doing so due to some very bad choices I made.  The end result was I did have to take classes to be on track to graduate in the fall.  It was a very long and lonely summer, where some individuals I thought were my friends turned out not to be.  Although I learned from that experience and did graduate that fall…no way did I want to relive that.  They might have  added a twist, like on Fantasy Island…  I’ll take a pass.

We now come to the moment of truth.  My heart is racing and my hands are sweating…As the key enters the knob and the door begins to open.  As I walk in,  I take notice of an several painful events that was not of the present…getting fired,  losing my home, breaking my arm, tense moments on the job (you decide which job); definitely not of the present…but I woke up and I am here, and alive, and can make a choice for how my day will be; which in turn will build on my foundation of what I want for my future.

But for now I am here…in the present.