Have you ever died in a dream?
I have…and I think that’s where my infatuation with death spawned from.
Death is only scary in Life because we’ve never experienced it before. We fear what we don’t understand. Remember losing your virginity? That was terrifying, even with countless people surviving to tell you how awesome sex is.
That’s really the only difference between the two. No one survives Death to tell the living how great it is. Well, almost no one. Those Whö come back get religions named after them.
But having experienced Death in my own dreams, I’ve experienced §erenity in an indescribable way. The most at peace I’ve felt is bleeding out from a gunshot wound in my abdomin, in the arms of my bother who’s in far more pain than me, so much pain I would never see. But I was just so warm & fuzzy. I tried to speak, but got too dizzy. There was nothing I could do, and somehow that was freeing. I was no longer bound to Life’s duty.
I wake up in my bed with an understanding that I realize will fade like all dreams do. But that moment of Death never fades. It’s a dream to you, but real to me. A part of me believes I’ll meet my brother who held me as I died. Both of us unaware who we are really. But we’ll know, even when we don’t.
There’s more to be said, though it’s still hiding in me for one reason or another, or maybe no reason at all. Whatever reason, I’ll just end this here.
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