The Day I Died! (A taste of the after life) – true story December 23, 2009

It’s been a while since i wrote anything on this blog, i have been having a hard time finding the right time what irony huh? Anyway i decided to share another experience i have had earlier this year in February- on the 18th to be precise.

Many of you have heard what they say; that when you die in a dream without waking up at that very instance of dying, you would actually die in your sleep. Well i am living proof that all of that is total bull, and this is the first dream i ever had in which i did not wake up in the very second i died. I had just hurriedly gulped down a meal, and all i wanted to do was rest for a minute or two in my bed before dashing out to the grocery store when i fell asleep. This is the dream just as i remember it..

I could remember having a  resolution at the back of my mind; a resolution never to commit another crime. I had already committed murder in the past and i was very conscious of this fact. I kept on reciting to myself “this must not happen again”. It was while i was reaffirming myself of my resolution that i committed a second murder that cost me my life!

I don’t know how it happened or why i did it, but suddenly i found myself standing in a room with blood on my hands! There was blood on the wall and on the furniture too. (It was a scary dream i must admit) Lying on the ground in front of me were two lifeless bodies. A woman who looked like she was in her early forties, and a younger girl in her twenties. I remember standing there overwhelmed with enormous guilt, actually i was feeling like i had been set up, because i could not recall how or why i had just broken my strongest resolution. While i was engrossed in my self-loathing and contrition, a man walked into the room! I was to find out later that the woman was his wife, and the girl was his secret concubine. I was terrified beyond words but i remained surprisingly calm on the outside.

The man was breathing heavily as he moved from one body to another inspecting with disbelieve, then he raised his head and looked at me. I was quick, i raised my hand signaled to him not to say a word, i told him i had something to say. I told him he had two options, to either let me walk  pass him and through the door and out just in time before the cops came, or he could go into the inner room, there was a loaded gun under the book shelve, he could bring it and shoot me in the head, because either way i didn’t care.

Without saying a word , this man rushed into the room and in a second he was back with the gun. I walked up to the wall and stood with my back to him, i remember thinking this man was about to relieve my of my immense guilt.

I heard the sound of the first shot followed by a very little sting at the back of my head, then i realized i was on the ground. I was not feeling any pain at all. I tried not to look around the room so as not to see what may look like brain particles. I could barely see him walk towards me through the mesh of blood and hair that shielded my eyes. He walked up to me, raised the gun a second time, and i heard the second sound of gunshot as he squeezed the trigger.

Then came the most interesting part; there was a break in transmission. The earth seemed to have stopped spinning because as i reopened my eyes, i was standing in the middle of the road, i was naked! The air seemed so pure like it was  solely composed of oxygen. I didn’t feel a pain, not even the pressure beneath my feet as i walked. I could see things as clearly as in a picture. I could see there were a couple of other naked people walking among some clothed ones.The naked ones could see the ones with clothes on, but somehow the clothed ones could not see the naked ones. It dawned on me that i was still on earth, and the clothed ones were the living – i was dead!!

I walked without any idea of where i was going to. I came upon a young naked boy, he was looking very confused and scared. I told him not to be frightened that he was dead. I saw a small group was gradually being formed as the nakeds (as I’d call them) moved closer to one another in their quest for meaning. I grabbed the boy’s hand and we walked to join the crew. I could see there were all types of nakeds. some had their hair-do in a rocker style, there were a couple of tattooed skin-heads..i checked my afro to make sure it was intact- it was.

One of the guys had a phone and i suggested to the crew that we try calling anyone . We tried, but no network signal could be read on any of the phones. We only succeeded in picking up some strange radio signals. When we ran out of things to do, we just stood around and waited. it was about 12 o’clock in the afternoon.

It was not long before a very fat black man came walking up the street in our direction, he was wearing a bright green shirt, he walked in a very unique manner exuding pride and authority. We wondered if this man could see us – he could. With the same authority he beckoned on all of us to follow him and we obeyed. I looked around and realized we were a group of  boys within the age range of 16 to about 28yrs.

As we followed this sinister looking man, one of the guys asked him “You look so sad, is everything alright?” to which the man replied  “should i have a reason to be happy” I didn’t know what to feel, i couldn’t feel anything anyway otherwise i would have panicked.

A little further along the road and this man brought out a cigarette, offered one to a guy beside me who rejected with a smile saying he did not smoke. Another guy in the group asked to be given the cigarette….that was the last thing i remember in the dream..i never got to find out where we were walking to, or who the fat bastard was, but what ever it was i ain’t curious anymore.

I remember looking directly at the face of a friend of mine “Italian” (as we nicknamed him) as he shook me vigorously in an attempt to wake me up, and when my eyes were fully open, he said “Newton! mai mergi la Kaufland ? e opt ceasul!” I examined him – he was clothed! It was all i could do not to give him a hug. I was glad to be alive again. I pulled my laptop closer opened up a note pad and wrote down every detail of the dream i had just had least i forgot.

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