After feeling as if I couldn’t breathe, I went through a white, spinning tunnel. In the center of the tunnel was a young boy with dark hair. He was smiling and calling me to follow him. There was the sweetest draw to do whatever I could to try to meet him, but as I got closer, he seemed to stay just out of reach. I didn’t know the boy, but there was a feeling that I loved him and he was the gateway to a place that would fulfill a kind of fairy tale for me somehow. There were so many promises surrounding the feeling he emanated, I kept wishing I would see him again every time I fell asleep at night for many years afterwards. I would have dreams about him and the tunnel, but they didn’t hold the incredible draw and feel of the actual experience. After the experience, all the many dreams and wishes to see him again felt weak.
