A dream of being dead
One of the most vivid dreams I can remember from my childhood was one in which I died. I was on earth, but I was dead, and I knew I was dead. I had no memory of how I had died, or what had happened, but I was dead and was content with that fact. I had no body but I could see as if I were looking out through my own eyes. I just existed and at that moment I was happy. I began to move upwards, away from the earth, traveling higher and higher. I left the earth behind and was traveling through space towards the finale of my existence. I went past stars and planets, into a darkness right to the edge of the universe. At the edge I was still able to see, but there was nothing to see. There was just emptiness, with no people, no sound, and no colors or shapes. I was dead and was satisfied that this was what death was like.
After this dream I stopped being so afraid of death for awhile because, to me, I had an understanding of death that nobody else had ever seen. It was a calming dream that I will never forget.
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