Life after death
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I once had a dream that someone had tricked me into leaving my mortal body so that they could occupy it. I went through the whole 'going to heaven' process but it was a totally non-christian kind of concoction because it was part of a massive cycle of reincarnation. Arriving in heaven was like being a coloured liquid seeping through gauze. That was the cleansing and purifying stage and it also erased all earthly memory of the life just lived. So the first thing anybody knew was this vast pur white landscape of gentle rolling hills, and although one never saw anybody actually 'soak through' the gauzey ground, whenever I turned my head there would be someone just getting to their feet.
There were millions of people as far as the eye could see, all bewildered, and all rising from the ground and taking their first steps up a long valley. Some people were greeters and would help people up and tell them to follow everyone else up the valley.
For some odd reason I had totally retained all memory and I was panicking, so I just pretended to be a greeter and started helping people up too like the others to stall for time.
Eventually though I made my way up the valley and it was like school. We all had classes where we talked about how we felt about ourselves and it was explained that our ideas were formed by residual notions from our previous lives. I kept it quiet that I had retained all memory.
Once the 'schooling' was completed we each had to pick up a stone that we felt was of a size representative to various vices and virtues. So if we thought ourselves very selfish, we'd pick up a large stone, if we thought we were not so selfish, we'd pick up a smaller stone. We had to go through a long list of vices and the sizes of stones we decided to pick up for each represented our burden. It all balanced out in an odd way because if you misjudged and picked up a large stone that was bigger than you deserved, it would be a light stone despite its size. Similarly if we underestimated and picked up a stone too small, it would weight a bloody tonne.
After vices we did virtues and picked up different sized feathers. It worked in the same way. Then, we stood in a special area with our stones and feathers and we reabsrobed down through the gauze into our next incarnation, shaped by the sizes and weights of our vices and virtues.
I got back to earth and immediately set out to get my old body back. I woke up before I succeeded though.
- i didn't have the patience to read all of this. Just tell me, does it mention coffee at all?locustsloth
- incredible dreaming there. I'd enjoy seeing this adapted into a play._salisae_