i didn't know cars can still hurt ghosts
last night i fell asleep for a couple hours and had the most vivid dream of my life. i died and became a ghost. the dream started with a ceremony, like a baptism, where i was submerged in molten lava with my brother and sister. i fought, not fully ready for the plunge, but finally accepted it and died instantly. then my consciousness shifted suddenly (like the moment you wake up in the morning) and i floated above the lava and saw my hat and clothes floating on the surface. my brother and sister were also ghosts. nobody else at the ceremony could see us, though.
we started walking/floating towards the house i lived in last year. jessica and peter seemed casual, but i kept asking questions, wondering if we're really alive or not. jessica said we should still avoid traffic, since it's harder to float through the cars. we entered my house and i kept asking if i was dreaming. peter said 'no, you're not dreaming. we died and now we're ghosts, so get used to it.' i questioned if i lived my life right. then i questioned whether stranger ghosts would appear in the house and not want to share the space. peter watched tv and made the curtains move with his breath. jessica told me it would be difficult to have a wedding (and especially a reception) as a ghost. i looked around and asked myself if i was dreaming again, but it seemed clear now that i wasn't. so, i went to the kitchen and got an ice cream cone out of the cupboard. when it was still cold, it didn't make sense (a dream sign, i guess), and i faded out.
i actually woke up (for real) at this point. alone in my room. with full flesh.
i've been thinking about this a lot lately. since this year, i've died three times in my dreams (that i remember). i didn't think this was actually possible-- the whole urban legend where dying in dreams makes you die in 'real' life. but it's happened by gunshot, sitting in traffic, and sinking in lava. the first two times just led me to a prolonged warm blackness before waking up. but the last time carried over my consciousness into some ghost-like afterlife. i'm not sure what to make of this. especially being able to actually ask 'am i dreaming right now' and hearing a declarative 'no, you're just a ghost.' very, very lucid. it's like looking around yourself right now and asking if you're dreaming. then imagine fading out of THIS and opening your eyes on your bed.
this has reminded me again that, yes, we all will die. and in turn, that we're all alive right now. it seems very obvious, but i often forget that. waking up from that dream felt like a near-death experience.
i've been thinking about other issues, but first wanted to write this one down. has anyone had any similar dreams?
we started walking/floating towards the house i lived in last year. jessica and peter seemed casual, but i kept asking questions, wondering if we're really alive or not. jessica said we should still avoid traffic, since it's harder to float through the cars. we entered my house and i kept asking if i was dreaming. peter said 'no, you're not dreaming. we died and now we're ghosts, so get used to it.' i questioned if i lived my life right. then i questioned whether stranger ghosts would appear in the house and not want to share the space. peter watched tv and made the curtains move with his breath. jessica told me it would be difficult to have a wedding (and especially a reception) as a ghost. i looked around and asked myself if i was dreaming again, but it seemed clear now that i wasn't. so, i went to the kitchen and got an ice cream cone out of the cupboard. when it was still cold, it didn't make sense (a dream sign, i guess), and i faded out.
i actually woke up (for real) at this point. alone in my room. with full flesh.
i've been thinking about this a lot lately. since this year, i've died three times in my dreams (that i remember). i didn't think this was actually possible-- the whole urban legend where dying in dreams makes you die in 'real' life. but it's happened by gunshot, sitting in traffic, and sinking in lava. the first two times just led me to a prolonged warm blackness before waking up. but the last time carried over my consciousness into some ghost-like afterlife. i'm not sure what to make of this. especially being able to actually ask 'am i dreaming right now' and hearing a declarative 'no, you're just a ghost.' very, very lucid. it's like looking around yourself right now and asking if you're dreaming. then imagine fading out of THIS and opening your eyes on your bed.
this has reminded me again that, yes, we all will die. and in turn, that we're all alive right now. it seems very obvious, but i often forget that. waking up from that dream felt like a near-death experience.
i've been thinking about other issues, but first wanted to write this one down. has anyone had any similar dreams?