I had a dream that I died. I was in an elevator with this guy I think I knew, his name was ‘Rom’. I was teaching people to jump when you’re at the top of a building just as the elevator starts to go down and you kind of free-fall for a second. Somehow we found out in advance that we knew we were going to die.
We tried to get off another floor but it opened onto the same floor anyway (the one that we were going to die on) like you couldn’t avoid it once you found out. I think I knew that I was going to be killed by a helicopter, like we would walk out onto a roof and the helicopter would crash into us and I actually would end up getting cut in half by the blades.
And then I remember going back to kung fu and watching some of the kids do forms and the was one little girl that was talking through the form, she was like, ‘grab and step and shuffle and step and step.’ Then I remember seeing my dad and I was surprised that he could see me, but it was like I was getting a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to everybody and so I did that but then I went back home and it’s like I was like a ghost – like I wasn’t leaving anywhere. And it was like they knew I was there, and they would even set a place setting for me at dinner and at one point I was like, ‘Can I have a blue soda?’ and they gave me a blue soda. It was like I wasn’t really dead.
And then I remember in another part I was with friends and they didn’t know I was dead. I was like, ‘well, Rom and I have to get going…’ and I looked at one friend and thought it was someone like Marty (or maybe it was Scott?) and I said ‘Oh, I’m probably never going to see you guys again blah blah blah.’ And I looked at Scott and said ‘Oh, I’ll try to visit, don’t be scared, OK?’ I left and I think Rom was going somewhere else. I think we were going somewhere like purgatory, but I’m not sure. And we got these like whistles I think someone was about to try one, but then I woke up. I was thinking after I woke up maybe they called you to go wherever it is you were supposed to go. I also remember looking at the back of the kung fu building and kind of realizing I’d be drawn back to that in another life. Like, we always come back to the same places and hang out with the same people every time.
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