I had a dream last night that I actually died. I was laying in bed in a hospital and organically felt and saw what it was like to “pass on”. I don’t know if what I saw in the dream is actually what happens. I suppose no one can really say except God.
While I was emailing my sister, I got this insight of writing “dear Life letters”. It is not my real thoughts. I am inventing a fictional character that regrets not doing much in life, someone who was negative and had a bad attitude in life.
In that dream, after I died, this world, this body, had no more attachment. I wasn’t pulled to go back. Something else was pulling me somewhere else and I was not afraid. I didn’t know where but it felt peaceful. It was just interesting that the body which once had life could collapse and just be a blob and lay there on the bed lifeless. I guess that is how many people are anyway, like walking zombies confused and walking aimlessly in life, complaining and not doing anything constructive with their lives. That’s sad.
Of course when you are really confronted with real death, you will fight for “dear life”. People should start writing letters to “dear life”, like this:
“Dear Life, sorry I have been such a drip with my self loathing attitude that I am no good and I can’t do this and I can’t do that. Sorry I couldn’t really see how beautiful this earth, this creation really is. Sorry I took it for granted. And all the people that surround me and attempted to give me hope but with my bad attitude, I didn’t believe them.
I’m sorry I didn’t take advantage of understanding how much I really can contribute in some way and that I do have something of value. I was so just darn afraid of being taken advantage again. You know, who can you trust in this world anyway. I even bought into so many bad thoughts that I couldn’t concentrate on what good I could do. So dear life, be kind to me where you take me in what some people call the “afterlife”.
If it is called “after life” does that mean you are there too? Maybe then finally I will have a better life. Sorry I couldn’t make it better here. Oh well next time around, I promise to make it better. Just don’t give me that amnesia serum or that nasty bad hypnosis serum of all those distorted thoughts. I should of gotten out of that bad hypnosis earlier to see that you, Life, wasn’t so bad after all. Oh well, see you in the next one.”
Your truly,
Random Unnecessary Voice(Fictional Character)
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