The Blue Light of Being

When I was fourteen, I was woken from a nightmare. I say woken, because I didn’t just ‘awake,’ but rather- I was moved. I found myself bathed in a light that filled every corner of the room. The only way I had to describe it at the time was ‘sustained lightening.’ I remember the event well, as if it were yesterday. I could see everything in the room, as if I could see in all directions at once. There were no shadows in the room. That was probably the most curious thing, as if every artifact in the room, the bed, the pictures on the wall, the table- no shadows- as if I were in a blank movie frame and all of these…