It Was Only Just A Dream…
Yesterday, I heard Carrie Underwood’s “Just A Dream” for the first time. The lyrics and images flooded my mind, infiltrating my subconscious and clouding my dreams.
With the picture of Ms. Underwood’s dress morphing from white to black tucked behind my eyelids, I dreamt that I had just returned home after serving in our country’s Armed Forces. Injured physically and emotionally, I wept throughout the entire dream as I watched the life I once had crumble right before my very eyes. Nothing around me felt the same and neither did I. And though I inevitably woke from this nightmare, I cannot help but be changed by this extremely realistic feeling of sadness and desperation.
But what must life be like for those whose reality has morphed into a nightmare from which they can never wake up? My imaginary experience simply acts as a miniscule glimpse into how thousands of men and women end up feeling, whether they take on the task of defending our freedom or are related to those overseas. They willingly sacrifice the lives they’ve known forever to fight wars that their predecessors began. They face humanity at its ugliest so we can continue to live our pretty little lives. They give their lives so those they leave behind may envision a brighter future for the next generation.
Though I know very little about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, I know that my dream (which seems trivial compared to the real thing) shook something up inside me that will never quite settle the same way again. To imagine how someone can live with such visions and depression seems incomprehensible, but Ms. Underwood’s tears of sorrow for her lost love triggers overwhelming sadness in the hearts of everyone who has ever loved anyone.
Below, you will find the “Just A Dream” music video. Perhaps, after you watch and listen, these jumbled thoughts and feelings I’ve just unloaded will make a bit more sense. And above all else, support our troops!