- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Yeah, I'm afraid of death too. It's not a big deal, but it's not like I would end my life to find out what happens. Since I don't know what happens, I am afraid of it. It's not a bad thing to be afraid. In fact, it keeps you alert, and thus helps to keep you alive longer.
I had a dream about... life after death. It was strange.
For some reason, me and my family died. Don't ask, that's the way it started. I have no clue why, or when. So, it starts off with me under water, cold water. My lungs are burning for air as I push for the top. I break the surface, gasping for air. Once ashore, I meet my family there. The ground is covered with snow, and there is a sort of building, well, a roof without walls. It's made out of wood. Anyway, we move on, and there are more people around. No one's happy, but no one's really sad either. I don't remember much of the whole dream, but the gist of it was that we were in some sort of purgatory, or temporary keeping place while you were going to heaven or hell. There was a God too, but he wasn't of any specific religion. It was more like he loved everyone, and what religion you were from didn't matter. I remember sitting at a campfire there too. And there was this constant nagging feeling to move on, as in, go on to either a kind of hell, or heaven. My brother wanted to leave, and move on, and I remember dragging him back, for fear of losing him. It was weird.
Yeah, don't ask. I don't have mental problems.