Thursday October 24, 2002

The dreams we have

A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I died in my sleep. After I died, I talked with God and asked him to let me go back for my parent's sake. I told him that I was cool with hanging out with Him for the rest of forever, but my parents would be so devastated to have to bury a child now, especially me (since I'm not a good Catholic that will escape punishment after death). I said that I might be ready but my parents are not, because they don't know what will happen to me after I die. I know, but they don't know. So He let me, and I went back to my life, still asleep. That was my dream, which I didn't think too much of. But when I told my roommate that dream, she kinda got freaked out, because she dreamed about me dying.

I'm still trying to understand the "freaky" take everyone has on death. It seems unnatural to me to be afraid to die (are people afraid to be born?). I don't know. All I can say is that if I die today, I won't have to finish my research methods paper, and I'll never have trouble finding jeans that fit. Sounds good to me. I just want to know why people are so afraid. Maybe I'll do a study.