The glowing Jellyfish of My Life

"I was sitting on the floor of an empty, dimly lit room. The darkness pressed in from every side, and the only light came from a blue, glowing jellyfish hovering in front of me, about the size of a basketball. It pulsed softly, drifting in the still air. Behind it there was something else. It had no form and it never spoke, but I knew it was there, watching and waiting. Without a single word, it made me understand that the jellyfish was my life. The large, rounded dome was the good in it, and when I touched the dome, I could see those parts of my life glowing back at me. Then curiosity took hold. If the dome was the good, I thought, the tendrils beneath must be the bad. I wanted to see what it considered the bad parts of my life. Slowly, I reached out toward the trailing tendrils. The moment my fingers touched them, a sharp pain shot through me, and I jolted awake."