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I had the most vivid dream I've ever experienced last night.
I died brutally, in a very odd way. Remember the game Lemmings, when one could merely press the "nuke" button and all the creatures would blow up in 5 seconds? I died that way. I was trying to rescue my brother who was being taken away but ran through a forcefield and saw everyone in the building suddenly with little numbers over their heads. Very weird.
But then the weirder thing: I was all worried about whether or not I would just fade out into nothingness, but I remained completely conscious, and the world was only dark for several seconds. I was lying on my side, and floating, and then when I lifted my head, I noticed that there was a friend of mine there, flying around playing soccer in the air. So I followed her and all of a sudden the world I was in brightened, into what seemed like a central station for the dead. There were thousands of people in a few small space but it didn't seem crowded at all. There were glass cabinets all along the walls, and elevators going to upper levels. The walls were morphing colours; very eery. Behind the cabinets were these little cylindrical things, looking like beans, but they were all different colours, and suddenly I started floating towards a man one level above me. He told me that these were the memory banks of everyone in the world currently living. I realized then that I was still somewhat alive, as I could still feel and sweat (my bed was damp this morning from all the sweat). As well, if I closed my eyes, I saw the living world, and could move around it effortlessly, like in a RTS video game. I moved through my thoughts.
Somehow (I draw several blanks throughout the dream) I met up with several acquaintances who I met only months ago, and we went on a quest to find out how I died. But I went into an elevator and there was a guy with us, a "phantasm" (I remember clearly using that word), who was a complete ghost, and as he was able to control totally his location in the afterlife, he got sick on elevators, as they controlled his height. Very odd. We stopped on a floor and I saw the trial of a killer from Deadwood, a new HBO show set in the American West in 1876, except that this was a modern trial, where he was wearing a suit. I went over to confront him, convinced that he was the reason for my brother and my death, but was confounded when I reached him, as he turned into my eye doctor, talking about contact lenses.
Now the randomness of the dream doesn't bother me per se, it's more the fact that I physically, within the dream, crossed over from life to death, and experienced it completely. When I woke up this morning I was in a daze, as I was feverish the entire night and slept inconsistently. I wasn't sure what was dream and what wasn't, and I still feel slightly ghost-like at this moment. Are these MY fingers typing this? Unbelievable feeling.
I needed to get this down, as not to forget, and I appreciate anyone reading this.
I died brutally, in a very odd way. Remember the game Lemmings, when one could merely press the "nuke" button and all the creatures would blow up in 5 seconds? I died that way. I was trying to rescue my brother who was being taken away but ran through a forcefield and saw everyone in the building suddenly with little numbers over their heads. Very weird.
But then the weirder thing: I was all worried about whether or not I would just fade out into nothingness, but I remained completely conscious, and the world was only dark for several seconds. I was lying on my side, and floating, and then when I lifted my head, I noticed that there was a friend of mine there, flying around playing soccer in the air. So I followed her and all of a sudden the world I was in brightened, into what seemed like a central station for the dead. There were thousands of people in a few small space but it didn't seem crowded at all. There were glass cabinets all along the walls, and elevators going to upper levels. The walls were morphing colours; very eery. Behind the cabinets were these little cylindrical things, looking like beans, but they were all different colours, and suddenly I started floating towards a man one level above me. He told me that these were the memory banks of everyone in the world currently living. I realized then that I was still somewhat alive, as I could still feel and sweat (my bed was damp this morning from all the sweat). As well, if I closed my eyes, I saw the living world, and could move around it effortlessly, like in a RTS video game. I moved through my thoughts.
Somehow (I draw several blanks throughout the dream) I met up with several acquaintances who I met only months ago, and we went on a quest to find out how I died. But I went into an elevator and there was a guy with us, a "phantasm" (I remember clearly using that word), who was a complete ghost, and as he was able to control totally his location in the afterlife, he got sick on elevators, as they controlled his height. Very odd. We stopped on a floor and I saw the trial of a killer from Deadwood, a new HBO show set in the American West in 1876, except that this was a modern trial, where he was wearing a suit. I went over to confront him, convinced that he was the reason for my brother and my death, but was confounded when I reached him, as he turned into my eye doctor, talking about contact lenses.
Now the randomness of the dream doesn't bother me per se, it's more the fact that I physically, within the dream, crossed over from life to death, and experienced it completely. When I woke up this morning I was in a daze, as I was feverish the entire night and slept inconsistently. I wasn't sure what was dream and what wasn't, and I still feel slightly ghost-like at this moment. Are these MY fingers typing this? Unbelievable feeling.
I needed to get this down, as not to forget, and I appreciate anyone reading this.