All you have to do is dream.
The last time I was in this dream, it was as part of the crowd. Part of the crowd that had died and was going on to whatever afterlife there may be. This time, I volunteered to help out the coordinator. She was a tall, somewhat round woman who led the children to the sea. My job was to lead a group reading of a metaphoric story, representative of what the children would be going through. This part of the journey was after the sorting stations. Children, or even young adults, were paired up with people or creatures to assist them on their journey. Adults were paired up with automobiles that would drive them away, somewhere else, somewhere unfortunate. The reason for the difference in pairings was that children and some young adults were seen to have led good, innocent lives. The adults, however, were tainted with their bad choices, bad relationships, bad selves. No one besides the coordinators knew where they went.
Once the children were read the story, they and their companions would be led by a coordinator to the sea of afterlife. I once saw a map of the journey, but it seemed much shorter when we actually set out than it seemed on the map. Part of the journey included a horrid trip on a boat, upon a stormy, tumultuous ocean. Once we got to our destination -- it was underwater in a naturally developed, seemingly waterless place -- we had the opportunity to experience many things. Brightly colored food was served on banquet tables where everyone seated was intelligent and beautiful, interactive exhibits were placed about the sea floor. One was a version of a human television powered by an upside-down jellyfish, another was a bubble filled with preserved flowers from the world. The theory behind all of the interactive exhibits was to remind us that we would only be around for a short time, that we would be returning to life and we should not get too comfortable on the sea floor.
When we were down there, we no longer looked like the people who we had been costumed as throughout our lives. No, we were our true selves. We were in our first forms, the first time we were alive. In that way, throughout each life, we were the same essence of ourselves, but we appeared slightly differently in each reincarnation. We were able to recognize others that we had seen before, in the sea of afterlife, who we would never have recognized in life. Friendships could thrive down there, if only for a short while. Most people only stayed for a bit of time; getting called to be reborn meant going away to a new life, a new body. Being down there was like summer camp in that, if you went repeatedly, you could see friends again and again. If you had not led a good life, though, you would be considered an adult and would go to the place that only the coordinators knew about. You wouldn't get to see your friends again in the sea of afterlife. Again, no one knew what happened to them.
I don't often remember my dreams, especially in such detail, but this one was so intensely rich. I'm glad I remembered what I could.
Once the children were read the story, they and their companions would be led by a coordinator to the sea of afterlife. I once saw a map of the journey, but it seemed much shorter when we actually set out than it seemed on the map. Part of the journey included a horrid trip on a boat, upon a stormy, tumultuous ocean. Once we got to our destination -- it was underwater in a naturally developed, seemingly waterless place -- we had the opportunity to experience many things. Brightly colored food was served on banquet tables where everyone seated was intelligent and beautiful, interactive exhibits were placed about the sea floor. One was a version of a human television powered by an upside-down jellyfish, another was a bubble filled with preserved flowers from the world. The theory behind all of the interactive exhibits was to remind us that we would only be around for a short time, that we would be returning to life and we should not get too comfortable on the sea floor.
When we were down there, we no longer looked like the people who we had been costumed as throughout our lives. No, we were our true selves. We were in our first forms, the first time we were alive. In that way, throughout each life, we were the same essence of ourselves, but we appeared slightly differently in each reincarnation. We were able to recognize others that we had seen before, in the sea of afterlife, who we would never have recognized in life. Friendships could thrive down there, if only for a short while. Most people only stayed for a bit of time; getting called to be reborn meant going away to a new life, a new body. Being down there was like summer camp in that, if you went repeatedly, you could see friends again and again. If you had not led a good life, though, you would be considered an adult and would go to the place that only the coordinators knew about. You wouldn't get to see your friends again in the sea of afterlife. Again, no one knew what happened to them.
I don't often remember my dreams, especially in such detail, but this one was so intensely rich. I'm glad I remembered what I could.