OK, so I had the weirdest dream to date last night. Hang with me, it does go somewhere...
I was, evidently, part of an elite military unit. We were captured while on a mission behind enemy lines, and the enemy's leader was publicly executing the entire unit, one by one. Real nice dream material, huh?
Anycrap, I'm watching this unfold when I get this unshakable feeling: I've died before. How I could know this, I can't say. But watching people's throats get slit and their heads chopped off brings back...the memory of a memory that I've been in their shoes.
Knowing this seems to comfort me in that I am confident that I will 'survive' this encounter. The only problem is that I'm deeply disturbed by the feeling that accompanies this knowledge; that is, what it feels like to die.
Imagine, if you can, how you feel after you've been awake and working hard for a solid 20 hours. You're getting ready for bed or some such and you remember that there's still more to do. You get a feeling of draining, like all the strength you had left is just leaving your body via your feet.
Now imagine utter despair. I'm talking being denied the one thing you need to feel complete: the touch of a loved one, a well-deserved respite, etc. Combine that with the knowledge that there's absolutely nothing you can do to get back what you so contentedly possessed mere moments before.
While you're at it, add in the sensation you get when you're just about to fall asleep, and mix all of them together, and now imagine the sensation of having this feeling slowly envelop your entire body, while at the same time darkness closes in not on your vision, but everything around you. Instead of having everything go dark, you're able to see regressively shorter and shorter distances before this blackness settles all around you as your last vestiges of strength vanish.
I've just attempted to describe what I felt when I realized in a dream that I've died before.
No, I woke up before it was my turn. But I think the dream served its purpose adequately. So now we are left with the question: WTF was that purpose? Was it simply a fear of death manifesting itself in my dreams, with my imagination filling in the blanks as best it could? Or was it something more....accurate?
Whaddya think?
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
It probably is just an inherent fear of death manifesting through your dreams... but... man, that would shake me more than a little bit.
You need to cherish those touches of loved ones, and enjoy everything you'd have to leave behind if you were to die tomorrow.
Life is short. Live it well. Cherish it always.
I am well known among my cultists for sending out horrific dreams to people.
Cthulhu
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Cthulhu had this to say about Matthew Broderick:
Please think I'm cool.
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Some of the smartest people in the world said this:
Parcelan is a poopy face.
...what?!
Cthulhu
