I died. But I'm still here.
Had one of the scariest and most surreal dream the night before. I was apparently caught in a building complex place where the building was being attacked by terrorists or some assassinating group of people and I was stuck in it with this whole other bunch of people. Screams of terror echoed off the walls and gun shots pierced the hallowed hallways and corridors. I quickly escaped into a restroom where I then proceeded to hide myself in one of the stalls for whatever reason. I think there were a few other people in there as well already. Then a moment later, one of the terrorists invaders slash attackers came into the restroom and banged on the doors to check if anyone was in there. I heard him starting to shoot down the people inside the stalls one by one until I realised he was right outside my own stall. My mind raced insanely and rapidly about my life and all and how that I could and very possibly die right then and there. Then came the fatal shot that went through my abdomen and I immediately started to bleed out.
I heard him leave thereafter leaving us all to bleed to our deaths. I rememebered thinking that this was really how I was dying and that it was all going to end. It was a fairly quick and gnawingly slow effect that death had on me. I recalled being unable to move, then not being able to breathe properly and then finally my eyes closing sealing the living world away from me.
I awoke to my amazement that it was actually all a dream as it had felt so real and that I really thought that I had died. Maybe this is really the life after death. And that I actually had already died in a previous life which I unknowingly dreamt and all that I've been experiencing is really all a dream. That this all isn't real.
How does one ascertain the dream from the reality? I'm just too afraid as of now to determine that.
Had one of the scariest and most surreal dream the night before. I was apparently caught in a building complex place where the building was being attacked by terrorists or some assassinating group of people and I was stuck in it with this whole other bunch of people. Screams of terror echoed off the walls and gun shots pierced the hallowed hallways and corridors. I quickly escaped into a restroom where I then proceeded to hide myself in one of the stalls for whatever reason. I think there were a few other people in there as well already. Then a moment later, one of the terrorists invaders slash attackers came into the restroom and banged on the doors to check if anyone was in there. I heard him starting to shoot down the people inside the stalls one by one until I realised he was right outside my own stall. My mind raced insanely and rapidly about my life and all and how that I could and very possibly die right then and there. Then came the fatal shot that went through my abdomen and I immediately started to bleed out.
I heard him leave thereafter leaving us all to bleed to our deaths. I rememebered thinking that this was really how I was dying and that it was all going to end. It was a fairly quick and gnawingly slow effect that death had on me. I recalled being unable to move, then not being able to breathe properly and then finally my eyes closing sealing the living world away from me.
I awoke to my amazement that it was actually all a dream as it had felt so real and that I really thought that I had died. Maybe this is really the life after death. And that I actually had already died in a previous life which I unknowingly dreamt and all that I've been experiencing is really all a dream. That this all isn't real.
How does one ascertain the dream from the reality? I'm just too afraid as of now to determine that.
