I Dreamt that I Died
Morbid as it may sound, last night I dreamt that I died. And if that isn't weird enough, the dream was not of the type that you can't recall after you wake up. In fact, it was so real that I can practically recall most of the details. How the scenes transited from one to another remains a mystery though, and I could find little or no logical link between them.
How I Died
I died from an aneurysm which I believe, stemmed from a wound in my leg. I recall that I was in some park, and then all of sudden, I stumbled to the ground. My eyes began to close as people crowded around me and it's like one of those seems in TV dramas where the camera goes into a blur and then the screen blacks out.
And I just died sans the dramatic elements like your life flashing right in front of you. I didn't even attempt to fight for my life and as I gave up, I could feel my soul leave my body. I wonder if death really feels like that. And from there, I literally floated out of it and into the clouds. Talk about a dramatic ascension which no one can see.
Anyway, on my way up (to what I believe was heaven), I began to wonder what I would say when I finally met God. Then again, it hit me that I hadn't said my last goodbyes so I forced myself back down to earth (Does this whole dying thing really work like this?!)
Later, I saw of got the opportunity to see a replay of how I died. Yes, I saw myself die. It was surreal watching myself begin to stagger all of a sudden and fall to the ground. And to top it off, my body convulsed and jerked awkwardly for a while before it just went still, which kind of reminded me of the cat that got run over by a car - remnants of electrical pulses sent through the body. Also, I noticed a wound on my outer right thigh, with some blood encircling the wound which I believed was the cause of it all.
After I died
I saw myself in a room of people who were waiting for the autopsy results. The waiting room was an adjoining room to the doctor's office. One could look into the doctor's office through a rectangular glass window with the usual faint trellis pattern.
The door opened and I walked in with some people (who they were exactly I didn't really notice, neither can I recall). But I remember vividly the image of my body, slightly bruised and lying on a cold metal slab at the back of the room. My naked dead body wasn't in full view though, I could only see the top half. It was tres disturbing, seeing my dead self.
The Mortuary
I followed my family to the mortuary, but it was not a typical one which can is usually found in the basement of a hospital. It was a huge refrigerated warehouse, where bodies were openly placed in clear bags, on cold metal shelves. It had a very tall roof, like a school hall, with big bright grey lamps hanging overhead. I followed my family (in spirit of course), walking between the shelves searching for my body and I recall wanting to tell them that I wanted to wear a suit on my last journey.
Talking to family members in "spirit" was not easy yet not as difficult as I expected. It basically involved a little more shouting or repeating myself on a few occasions. In my dream, I remembered talking to my sister in some small area, like at the back of a truck or something though that's all I can remember.
The Holiday?!
And yes, I remember my family going on holiday (like WTH?) and I tagged along. The setting reminded me of my Israel trip, where I had to travel along a long road to reach the convention centre. Alongside were the various hotels which lined the coastline.
My family was traveling on a similar road and there were these hotels with open air cafes on the first floor. As we moved along, I noticed a very peculiar sight. The tide had started to come in and waves were crashing into these cafes, bringing along the tables and chairs back into the ocean. In particular, I remember watching a lady under a big green umbrella jump up in horror as water rushed beneath the table and chair that she was sitting at.
Saying Goodbye
Ironically, it wasn't to my family that I really wanted to say goodbye to. There were 2 individuals (which I shan't divulge), whom I remember hugging and tearfully saying my goodbyes to, and that included the words "I love you".
And I can't remember anymore details then, except the visual image of my goodbye person hugging something that wasn't there...
Weird. Plain weird.
