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I dreamt last night that my soul was transferred into a younger body of me. I was at some sort of convention when I fell unconscious and woke up in my sixteen-year-old body, my eighteen-old-year body was hanging, dead, on hooks in a red room in the basement of the site of the convention. I was with friends who I cannot remember. I felt light-headed, like I was floating. I was naked on a velvet sofa with my old body swinging to my left, just out sight. When I stood up I felt like two people standing as one, like my soul was just ahead of me and leading my body. I felt like I'd transcended a physical being. As my friends took me back upstairs they gave me a large wooden stick to lean against, I caught a glimpse of my naked body, leaning against the yellow wood, and I saw I was thinner, tighter, and had clearer skin. As I walked back to the meeting I was apparently approaching something that pulled my soul too far ahead of me and I fell unconscious again. It's a strange sensation to pass out in a dream. I was paralyzed on the ground and my friends tried dragging me back down the stairs but I managed to say "No, I can do it." Even though I couldn't move. I woke up.
This is an interesting dream because just recently I've been talking to my friends about how little respect I have for my body, what I feel are important are the soul and the mind. The dream triggered my writing finger and now, if I can come up with the self-discipline I can sit down and perhaps start on my very first, serious, novel.
This is an interesting dream because just recently I've been talking to my friends about how little respect I have for my body, what I feel are important are the soul and the mind. The dream triggered my writing finger and now, if I can come up with the self-discipline I can sit down and perhaps start on my very first, serious, novel.