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May 18, 2009
8:20 PM (195 days, 0h, 48min ago)
423 - Strange dream...
I had a strange dream last night. Unsettling. Unnerving. I felt very strange afterward. You see, I faced death for the first time. It was so real. I was waiting for it to happen. Wondering what it would be like. And then, it happened.
The dream started and ended rather quickly. There was no "story" or building up to a climax. It just started with me and a few others in some sort of civilian (or possibly military) establishment. We were the good guys and I don't know if we, or the bad guys, started the self-destruct, but I knew there was less than three minutes before a nuclear explosion would take place and everyone, including me, would be dead. We started running. We knew we couldn't escape, but we ran anyways. Suddenly, the countdown stopped and it looked like the bad guys were going to capture whatever it was they were there for and we'd lost our only hope of stopping them. Next thing we know, the bad guys have caught up to us, but luckily, the countdown starts again and everyone knows that we've got three minutes again and then it's all over. Even the bad guys know it this time. I just stand there. Watching the clock. Knowing it's inevitable. Wondering what I'd feel. Pain? Nothing? Anything? What would happen? Then it was 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... it was over. Everything ended. The world was gone. I didn't feel anything, but I knew I was dead... or something. I knew the others were with me, but it was as if I was alone. It was the strangest experience and feeling I've ever had. Dream or no dream, if death happens to be like that, then some of my fear is now gone.
I wonder what I'll feel like when I have to face death for real. Will I have time to prepare? Remember George Carlin and his "2 minute warning" routine? "Get your shit together!" I wonder. How many of us are really prepared should death come suddently. Say we do have a 2 minute warning. Would you be ready? Can we ever be ready? Mind boggling.
The dream started and ended rather quickly. There was no "story" or building up to a climax. It just started with me and a few others in some sort of civilian (or possibly military) establishment. We were the good guys and I don't know if we, or the bad guys, started the self-destruct, but I knew there was less than three minutes before a nuclear explosion would take place and everyone, including me, would be dead. We started running. We knew we couldn't escape, but we ran anyways. Suddenly, the countdown stopped and it looked like the bad guys were going to capture whatever it was they were there for and we'd lost our only hope of stopping them. Next thing we know, the bad guys have caught up to us, but luckily, the countdown starts again and everyone knows that we've got three minutes again and then it's all over. Even the bad guys know it this time. I just stand there. Watching the clock. Knowing it's inevitable. Wondering what I'd feel. Pain? Nothing? Anything? What would happen? Then it was 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... it was over. Everything ended. The world was gone. I didn't feel anything, but I knew I was dead... or something. I knew the others were with me, but it was as if I was alone. It was the strangest experience and feeling I've ever had. Dream or no dream, if death happens to be like that, then some of my fear is now gone.
I wonder what I'll feel like when I have to face death for real. Will I have time to prepare? Remember George Carlin and his "2 minute warning" routine? "Get your shit together!" I wonder. How many of us are really prepared should death come suddently. Say we do have a 2 minute warning. Would you be ready? Can we ever be ready? Mind boggling.
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