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Edited on Thu Apr-27-06 09:22 AM by hippiechick
Ok, I had the weirdest, coolest dream <?> this morning.
I died. Or was euthanized.
Completely this time (unlike in 2 other dreams where it was 'scheduled' but didn't actually happen).
I had something terminal, and the dr came to my house. When I was ‘ready’ I laid down on the couch in my comfy jammies, with Hippiedog Hank on the floor next to me, and the dr. injected me.
I laid there for a little bit, and then started to think that ‘it’s probably going to take awhile, maybe I’ll go for a little walk.’ So I got up and went outside … and decided that ‘since I’m going to die soon, I should probably take a farewell lap to my favorite places’ … and noticed while in traffic that I didn’t have any problem merging in and out … almost like I ‘wasn’t there’.
I realized my legs and arms were really heavy, and then my face started to feel numb, so I stopped the ‘car’ (which I never actually saw) and ‘walked’ back to the house. When I was going inside, I heard voices – people were there – a sister in law I hadn’t seen in several years, and her kid, and a dear friend/advisor/fellow Du'er. SIL was blathering on and on about me ‘being with God’ and all that, but my friend was just sitting on a chair halfway talking to himself about one of my favorite songs when he noticed that Hank seemed to be paying attention to ‘something invisible’. Hank knew I was there - almost like he could see and hear me - and stayed at my side, following me around - and it was then that I realized that I WAS DEAD and my friend couldn’t see me.
Then I wondered if this must be what its like for everyone – just a ‘change of paradigm’ – like you wake up from a quick nap and you're in another dimension. So I picked up a cd with the song that my friend was talking about and dropped it on the floor in front of him, and went over to the refrigerator and started re-arranging those magnetic kids letters to try to spell out a message, but it took so much effort that half of my words came out all fucked up – and I thought that must be why clairvoyant messages are so jumbled, because it takes so much effort to get across the barrier – it was really exhausting just trying to spell out a simple sentence. The sister in law was still blathering about God and I went over and poked her in the chest with my finger and “yelled” I’M RIGHT HERE! … but got no reaction, so then I yelled again that "I CAN YELL ALL I WANT TO AND YOU CAN’T HEAR ME LALALALALALALALAAAAA" … and considered the option that perhaps when people die they ‘stay in their favorite place’ which in my case was in my jammies, in the old smelly upstairs of a house I rented in Green Bay, with my dog … and that now I could get some rest and people would stop bothering me.
Thoughts, anyone ?
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