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Lately I've been having ridiculously trippy dreams. I'm not sure if it's because of the vicodin they have me on (for the pain from the surgery) or if it's some sort of acid flashback that comes into my subconscious, but these dreams are fucking crazy. Last night I figured out death in one of them. I kept on seeing this very small part in an episode of Six Feet Under. Just so I don't give away any spoilers, it involved a deceased cast member saying "There is no death" in an elated tone of voice, and it was abundantly clear in this dream that once we die, we don't really die, we just live some more in some other sort of way. We keep getting born and dying and it never stops, and we never cease to exist. This was an incredibly comforting thought considering that my entire life I have not had any real faith of any sort, and so death has always been this huge mystery to me, one that I had several different theories about.
I feel much better about everything now. Even if I didn't figure it out, I feel like I did, and that's enough for me.
I feel much better about everything now. Even if I didn't figure it out, I feel like I did, and that's enough for me.