I rounded the corner and was greeted by the warming sight of the Copperhead Bar. My favorite bar, but I could’ve swore it closed down. I walk in to see friends that have long since passed on, and I start to panic. I run up to my wife, who died of lung cancer two years ago. She’s belting out her favorite hits on the karaoke stage like she used to. My best friend that was hit by a drunk driver is in the front row, and she’s cheering my wife on. I run to her and ask “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? AM I DEAD?! WHY ARE ALL THE PEOPLE I MISS THE MOST HERE?!” She pauses for a moment, and she turns to me. “Hun, this is a vision. It’s predestined that you’ll meet us again, so long as you remain on the right path.” I start to calm down, hearing her words and letting them set in with full weight. “You’re having this dream to give you a hint as to what you need to do to get here. I can’t tell you exactly, or you won’t be allowed here, but I can give you vague guidance. It’s spirit rules or something I don’t know.” I start to laugh. She always was an odd one. My wife finishes her set and gives me a hug. She starts to tell me the same thing my friend told me, but I explain I know this. My friend explains “you must do some more positive things. Make the world better, be your true self, and forgive your antagonizers. It’s time, hun.” I wake up, knowing exactly what to do. I quit my job, take my savings, and put it all into my animal shelter plan from 10 years ago. The shelter can house well over 3000 animals of all kinds. It’s like a zoo, but the animals get better care and more wide open spaces. I call my parents and set up dinner. We end up talking for hours, and we all feel we understand each other better. After all this, I take some of my profits from the shelter and put into becoming my real self: a proud woman, no longer hiding my femininity from the world. I don’t know how long I have left, but I’m going to keep pumping positivity into the world until my final breath. For the first time in my life, I’m truly awake.