Termyn8or
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Stramge timing. A few weeks ago I dreamt that I died. I was in a truck or SUV or something and a landslide came up, well down. I couldn't move or see anything but it was all blackness. Darkness in fact. Then not much later came a sense of much greater darkness, something I had never experienced before. The feeling was quite unique, in a way I was glad it was over and I didn't have to deal with life anymore, but there was the other side, things I hadn't done etc. Yet it did not matter as I could not do anything. They used to say if you die in a dream you really die, I am here to tell you that is not true. This was as dead as it gets. A total submission actually, to death. I had no thoughts of family or friends, just that it was the end of the run for me. I concentrated on the darkness and found it soothing. It is finally over, I never have to do anything anymore. They should understand, I am dead. The scary part is that I almost enjoyed it. It was deep and profound enough that when I woke up in the morning I really wondered why, how could I be alive. This was so real. The dream of being dead actually invaded my concious mind, because I remember it vividly, and yes I remember darknes vividly. I could not believe that I was still alive. I am really not sure that I am. How can any of us be sure that we are actually living this life ? You, CM, my job, everything could be a figment of my imagination. Everything. But you don't act upon that, it would be wrong. If this life is really what it is, it is not imagination because if it were, things would be better. So it seems that I have not experienced death, but having dreamt about it I am obviously not afraid of it. Even though the dream only consisted of darkness, I am thinking that something happens, and that death is like a threshold to another plane of life. I fear it not. Not at all. T
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