There are two realms of existence that are represented by a
building, like a long shopping mall. One end is for those who have passed on,
and one is for the living. Those who have passed on have a gatekeeper/watcher
who helps those who are new, and almost acts as an events coordinator. I'm a
small child -- boy -- who has passed, and I have no idea what's going on.
I
notice that most around me are couples, either parent and child or husband and
wife or siblings. There are pairs everywhere. I also notice that some of the
pairs have scary scars running the length of their bodies and they're
constantly arguing. Loudly. I begin to think that maybe they killed each other
and are doomed to bicker for all eternity together. I start to get a little
scared and uncomfortable so I start to wander toward the exit of the room,
which is the entrance to the living side of the mall. The door has glass
panels so you can see the other side easily. It looks like the hallway at one
of the casinos in Vegas, full of people. I decide I want to go to that side,
and I understand I am allowed to because no one will see me, but that those
who are living cannot enter the back room.
I turn the handle of the door and
push it open and am given some papers to bring with me -- similar to paper
dolls, only much larger. Carrying them is a burden. I've only taken a few
steps when a man approaches me and I'm shocked that he can see me. At first I
assume he is alive, then I notice his eye is messed up and I think there is a
hole where it should be. He looks at me and there is urgency written on his
face but he doesn't speak -- can't speak? He grabs the papers from me
and throws them in a large trashcan in the middle of the hallway, then takes
my hand and begins to run.
He's leading me through the throngs of people, then
turns a corner into an adjacent room that has windows and a door. He stops and
looks at me again for a moment, then starts running for the door with me still
in tow.
I'm not afraid; it feels like somehow I'm running toward freedom and a
better place.
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