Life after death
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I had another dream a year back where I was imprisoned ina compaound with other people. It was a hard life in this compund that had really high walls all around it. The compund and walls were hexagonal shaped. It was dirty and poor in this compound but there was supposed to be a way out.
In the centre of the compound was a giant mechanically articulated stack of wheels, like a stack of pancakes sort fo thing. Huge though. The wheel nearest the ground turned slowly and people often sat on that one. The next wheel up turned a bit faster though, but people still sat on it in large numbers. Next wheel up, a bit faster, not so many people, next wheel up, faster still, less people, next wheel up spinning faster, next one, faster, up and up, each wheel getting faster and faster.
After a while is was spinning blisteringly fast and it was difficult to hang on to. The theory was that if you were brave enough to keep getting onto the next wheel (each wheel is only incrementally faster than the last so its easy to get from one to the next, its the overall speed that is alarming the higher you get) you would eventually get to the top of the stock of wheels and would be flung clear over the walls of the compound by the sheer rotational force.
The question was though, nobody knew if you would survive, or if there was anything on the other side of the compound walls... or whether liberation was merely in the form of a breif sense of freedom and overview, followed by death.
I got right to the top and was barely able to hang on. I could feel myself being foced further and further to the edge of the wheel I was on, and I had another one to go. I didn't feel I would make it so I turned back.