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Maybe its because I have been watching too much Six Feet Under (if thats even possible).
I had a dream, my mother died and then I died.
And she asked (in whatever place my mind created for the afterlife--it was grey and we sat on stones) me why I didnt do more hard drugs--her example was why didnt I gamble.
Because when she was dead she was watching me, and I guess I was with Mallory and Vanessa, who were doing those things.
I told her that I smoked, but she couldnt be mad because I knew she had and I told her that I found her HS pictures (which are real).
She wasnt mad.
Then I started crying, because I was upset that I was dead.
I really didn't want to be dead.
I had a dream, my mother died and then I died.
And she asked (in whatever place my mind created for the afterlife--it was grey and we sat on stones) me why I didnt do more hard drugs--her example was why didnt I gamble.
Because when she was dead she was watching me, and I guess I was with Mallory and Vanessa, who were doing those things.
I told her that I smoked, but she couldnt be mad because I knew she had and I told her that I found her HS pictures (which are real).
She wasnt mad.
Then I started crying, because I was upset that I was dead.
I really didn't want to be dead.