March 23 2012

This dream was weird. unlike any that I can remember. It was different because it moved linearly, things made sense (even after I woke) and still now as I think about it. There were colors, smell, sounds, people spoke, and I had intense emotions and feelings while dreaming. I woke up and couldn't sleep again because I was so happy.

It started in a garden or park. I was with all my friends and they were planting flowers, plants, and trees. Everything was green and flowering. Everyone was there and as I walked through the park they all waved good bye to me or gave me a hug. At the gate to the park there was a subway car waiting for me. (this was above ground, polished steel with red vinyl seats, and only large enough for maybe four people to fit in). I waved good bye and got in the subway car. This is my death. I know that getting in this car is me dying. It isn't uncomfortable or scary, I'm not even worried. The doors closed. I am still standing but immediately felt like those first few minutes of comfort while falling asleep and being weightless at the same time. I close my eyes and sleep as the car starts to move.

When I wake up I am on the floor the the car asleep. As soon as my eyes open I realize I am in my body but it is all new. And it feels amazing. It is such an intense feeling of goodness, wholeness, and life that I started laughing and crying at the same time. The doors opened onto a normal looking train station or airport with shops and booths and vendors scattered around. I step out and notice that there are a bunch of other cars arriving at the same time. As I look down the line of people I have never met in this life I understand that I know all of them and who they are. We smile at each other and I embrace a few. (These aren't friends or family, I just know everyone that is around me.) As I start to move into the station the first booths I come on are A blue one for Pepsi, Green one for Mountain dew and Red one for Coke. they are separate from the rest of the station by the gate and no one is going over to them. They are trying to convince me why I should make their drink the one I like in my next life. I walk on.

I can remember everything. Everything from this life and from all the past lives but it's not important as what I am doing there so I don't think about it. I also am wearing the same clothes I died in. I am surprised to when my cell phone rings and that it is still in my pocket. I answer and a very official woman says, "I work for Sheba. Sheba has over 200 employees working for her here. She would like to sleep in your bed tonight if that fits in you schedule." (Sheba is the dog I had basically from birth until she died when I was 17.) I am still confused about all of this but I say sure and the woman hangs up.

I am still feeling goodness, wholeness, and life so intense that I keep stopping to weep or bust out laughing. I walk further into this station and realize that all the booths are are offering experiences for my next life.Some are happy, others are sad, others are difficult and some are simple. The one I remember the most is the offer to be a weaver for my profession because they were giving away free sweat bands for your wrists. All through this shopping wandering I would run into other people and we would hug and cry and laugh and then move on.

A woman came out of a room with a long list and started talking to me about it. It all made sense but I can't remember it now.

I woke up. 2:00 am.