A Dream i once had

In a dream I had when I was a few years younger, I encountered a being who made me challenge my thoughts about my place in life. 

I was in a winding wood, deep in the forests near my home.  As I walked I found myself confronted by a tall man looming shadows over my perception. 

“You are a dying thing,

made in the image of a dead

God, Only knowing this life.

You do not belong here.

This is a place of knowledge.”

I asked why I was there speaking to him. He considered me for a moment, then showed me a path leading back to the woods. 

"You have yet to live these lives yet. 

They are not yours to see. 

Your time has yet to come, and your mind has yet to mature. 

Leave. 

We will meet again soon."

I walked shortly down the path before turning to look at the strange man again. 

"Are you a God?",

I asked. 

"No. We are another manifestation to reach kinship with yourselves.

See where your lives walk before you..." 

I turn and see many people walking past me on the path I take. 

Some crying, some holding their heads proud. 

Some white, some tanned. 

Some old, some newborn. 

All share my path. 

Before I left the Man spoke to me again:

 “You create an infestation of Hope where none is found,

and hold guardianship of fool's symbols by which many die.

You have not learned of why you are, or what you are. 

We will one day welcome you home."

I awoke the next day, feeling as though id lived a thousand lifetimes. Thousands of memories of joy and sorrow, anger and fear all contained by the small dimensions of my mind.