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nonionayLast night, I dreamed the Land of the Dead was a place we could and did regularly visit. Apparently this was something I did on a regular basis, as I had a small apartment there. No idea what I did there, but I'm sure that if I could have a private getaway in the Underworld, I'd totally take it.
At some point, I actually died. (No idea how.) My parents took me to the entrance, where it was very crowded and it was hard to find a quiet space to say goodbye. Normally, I'm content with a casual wave goodbye, but this time, I was upset, because it was the last time I'd ever see them. (Only the living could come and go.)
So then I was dead and actually living in my underworld apartment full time. It was just like our world, except there was no need for jobs. At first, I realized I was going to be an incredibly bored soul; then, I realized I finally had time to read everything I wanted to read!
I went to a shopping center. The cashier* was my old boss from the Whatcom Independent. I asked what she was doing there, and she said she'd died a few weeks after I had. I got the impression time passed more quickly outside.
In order to buy something, you had to fill a card with credits by sticking it in a machine and focusing on old, unpleasant memories. I never did figure out if the memories vanished entirely or were left intact and could therefore be reused.
*Yes, I know I said there was no need for jobs. It's a dream, shut up.
At some point, I actually died. (No idea how.) My parents took me to the entrance, where it was very crowded and it was hard to find a quiet space to say goodbye. Normally, I'm content with a casual wave goodbye, but this time, I was upset, because it was the last time I'd ever see them. (Only the living could come and go.)
So then I was dead and actually living in my underworld apartment full time. It was just like our world, except there was no need for jobs. At first, I realized I was going to be an incredibly bored soul; then, I realized I finally had time to read everything I wanted to read!
I went to a shopping center. The cashier* was my old boss from the Whatcom Independent. I asked what she was doing there, and she said she'd died a few weeks after I had. I got the impression time passed more quickly outside.
In order to buy something, you had to fill a card with credits by sticking it in a machine and focusing on old, unpleasant memories. I never did figure out if the memories vanished entirely or were left intact and could therefore be reused.
*Yes, I know I said there was no need for jobs. It's a dream, shut up.
