Aug 11, 2008 17:22
I dreamed my own death last night.
The details of the last moments are blurry, but I remember that my last few hours were spent in the attempt to seduce some random women. Something brought us all, that is, me and everyone around me, to a march in a busy street. We all saw it coming, and we stared down the situation in a fearless kind of awe. The rows of marchers before us began to meet the fate we anticipated for ourselves, and soon the missiles, in their impact, bounced us up as though the ground on which we stood were a great trampoline. There was no sudden break at the explosion, but merely a smooth realization of ascension. We were all immediately space-bound, rising so quickly into the nothing of the dark until we found ourselves back on what was basically earth. I assumed I was in heaven, and decided to explore my newfound surroundings. The dawn was bright, and I soon found that my path took me into an unfamiliar city. Alone, I searched for at least one person whom I knew, but I found only confusion.
Heaven was just like earth, only less organized.