i dreamt i was shot and killed.
the person who killed me died too since i shot his ass as well.
foxi is mean with a pistol.
we ended up in this gloomy building where we had to “check in”.
i was dripping all this blood,
but it suddenly stopped.
they took our names and all this other information and lead us deeper into this building.
as we were walking,
this gentleman leading us to this door where upon the other side,
everyone we know who passed away as well was waiting.
i was wondering if my father and mother would be there with open arms.
when i walked in,
it was actually a bright classroom.
i saw star fox sitting down by the window.
he looked amazing and was writing something.
i sat next to him and his mouth was moving,
but i couldn’t make out what he was saying.
he finally said:
“you can be gay here too”.
…and then he started saying something about whitney houston.
it felt good to see him and i was happy.
i decided to take a walk around this building.
i wanted to see all the people i left behind on earth.
they told me go around the corner to this door.
when i got there,
press the button on the wall and the stairs will go down.
when i did,
i was in the living room of one friend who was crying.
i was able to move around to various people and see them crying.
i was actually standing with them,
watching them hurt for me,
that i too started to cry.
that dream suddenly ended and then i was in a black room.
i felt this peace come over me.
did i really die?
then heard my mother’s voice from above me.
i didn’t see her.
but i legit heard her say:
“you are going to have a good life soon.”
…and then i woke up.
i laid in bed for a good hour just processing that.
this was going to be the first entry of the day.
i know people reading must be like,
“um this crazy ass person….”
lol i honestly believe i communicated with them last night.
it felt all to real.
i believe they are watching over me and protecting me.
that alone makes me feel blessed.