I just had a dream about limbo, the place you go to after you die and before you go to wherever it is you deserve. Limbo is different for everyone, but I love the limbo I dreamed of. What happened was, in another dream, I had been killed somehow that I can’t remember now, but immediately was into the next where I stood in front of a humongous hotel with only one small room big enough for me and 4 other companions who were an interesting bunch because there was a viking, a chinese man, a small girl, and another boy around my age. I never did talk to them, now that I think about it. In any case, there was a man in traditional hotel employee garb standing outside the only entrance to the hotel room, the window, who looked like he was in his 20′s or 30′s with a small afro on his head. He told us to go inside, find a seat, and grab a book to read until we were judged. We climbed one by one into the window and inside there was just enough furniture for each of us to sit on, and all of them were couches or puffy chairs. I myself stretched across a couch while the others sat down, but before I did, I found what looked like a children’s book sitting on a nightstand next to it. Opening the book, all of the acknowledgements and prior notes to the story inside of it were jokes that seemed directed at me. I continued on, but I didn’t get to the first chapter and just opened up to the middle. The weird part was that, while i was turning the pages, the book had a small icon that glowed when I reached the end of a page and knew when I was going to change it. As I flipped through the book, page by page, I read about my own memories and the book told the exact tale of my life. There was even a part in it where I saw myself in Washington DC as a child and it had written down a conversation between me and someone else word for word. Only, it didn’t really write it down, but I literally saw the scene in my head, but not from my own first-person view. I looked in on it like it was a movie being filmed. As I read on, I became sleepier and sleepier until I couldn’t focus on the pages anymore and fell back on the couch, asleep. That’s when I woke up.
What freaks me out about this dream is not that it’s completely crazy and most likely isn’t possible, but it’s that the whole time I was reading the book, I knew that I couldn’t reach the ending and instead would fall asleep before that. Apparently, when you wake up from that sleep on whatever you sit down on, you’ll have been judged on the contents of the book and sent where you need to. The books come in any size and shape and it doesn’t matter which one you pick up because it will always be the one full of your memories and story, written in the style perfect for you, and full of just enough pages to fit the whole story. The “children’s book” sized book that I picked up looked like it had around 20 pages, but I could have sworn I fell asleep on page 50 or 60. Luckily, I finished this in time, because I’m forgetting the dream now and need to post this before I forget. Happy sleeping, everyone.
~Baeleox
