Chris writes:
So I had died, don’t know how, but I was sitting in the lobby of an office tower which unbeknownst to me was purgatory. I hadn’t really realized I had died until the receptionist and some others came up and told me I had died and they were going to take me to heaven. “Ah” I thought, “so thats why I’m here.” As they were leading me to an elevator an evil me appeared dressed all in red with little horns and a tail trying to beckon me to another elevator, saying how much fun it would be etc. Well, I saw right through it of course, the red with the horns and tail, that was so predictable did anybody actually fall for that anymore? So I went with the angels and we took the elevator up to the third floor, a floor just like any office floor where I would spend the rest of eternity in front of a computer doing heaven’s work, which I assumed meant I was doing good in the world, I didn’t really know. Continue reading
Honorary Dreamblog Rockstar Gina writes:
“I can’t remember the reason, but I am “sentenced” to die, to be shot – in a room, like a classroom. My mother has the same “sentence.” I believe my friend, J’s mother is also sentenced to die, but in the infirmary. I am “free” to make arrangements prior to being shot, and, as if this were a lesson, I know to show up. I am surprised, amazed and scared, yet something greater removes my impulse to run away.
In my dream, I walk along lines on the floor in a square, repeating the walk with my mother and 2 or 3 others. The executioner is Clarence the angel! from “It’s A Wonderful Life.” He is kind and very respectful of our anxieties. He tells me that I am to be first. The others sit down. A faint memory requesting that my mother not be present. I don’t remember what happened, just that his response was loving and respectful. Continue reading
I dream of dada 