saturn return to sender

I dreamt that I died last night. I don’t remember exactly how I died, but I remember the last moments of consciousness, and I remember the first moments of resurrection. Yes: I also dreamt that I was brought back from the dead.

My impressions as awareness began to fail could be characterized, essentially, by “Holy crap, I’m dying!”

Interestingly, after dying, and after a suitably dramatic pause for oblivion, the camera switched to focusing on the people around me. So that’s weird, and makes the dream seem a little less weighty. I mean, if the dream continues after death, then … well, it just seems anti-climactic. It sort of corrupts it like a Hollywood film, where you’re never permitted to have an ambuiguous ending, or one where the protagonist actually just plain dies.

Or I suppose it’s possible that it was still “my” point of view during an out-of-body experience. *shrug* I don’t remember now if those people around me were responsible for my death or responsible for bringing me back, or neither, or both.

But somehow I wound up back in my corporeal self, the lights flickered on, and I felt something along the lines of “Holy crap, I’m not dead!”

I’ve heard that dreaming of your own death is significant in some way. I dunno. From what I remember, I thought the direction was okay and I could relate to the protagonist, but the dialogue was pretty bad.

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