Last Night I Dreamt I Died
What dreams may tell
Dreams are the mind’s attempt to communicate important stuff to us. At least that’s what Carl Jung surmised. Similarly, Walker theorized in Why We Sleep that maybe it’s not so much that time heals all wounds but sleep does. He posited dreams are a type of therapy. That when in REM sleep the brain processes and ameliorates any emotional episodes that may have happened during the day.
So what transpired the day before I dreamt I was dead? Nothing special that I recall. The dream started with me in an auditorium with other newly departed people. We exited as a group and were ushered to our new domiciles. We walked a white hallway lined with individual doors inlaid with gold crosses (not symmetrical, however). I asked (telepathically) if I could have my own trailer or tiny house on the grounds. The request was denied. I opened the door to my minuscule motel-type room — furnished with only a bed and toileting area. I asked (again telepathically) how they expected everyone — even the millionaires of the world (I think I mentioned Bill Gates by name) — to exist for eternity in this place and where were all the billions that died before me anyway? No answer — telepathically or otherwise.
I went into the room but would not close the door (everyone else went in their respective rooms and closed the doors). I then…
