I had a bad dream. I haven't had a dream in a while. Because I'm usually too tired out.I have no idea what it means.
And as you might have guessed, yes, I did die in my dream.
I was executed for trepassing. Which makes utterly no sense...
But then... when they lobbed my head off, I didn't feel a lot of pain. I don't remember the heart racing and feeling nervous and stuff.

In fact, my whole dream was more like a state of being dazed and... passive. I basically just accepted it... I remember contemplating whether my soul would go to hell or heaven. Then I thought, I might just... die. and nothing happens after... Actually, it was more scary thinking about the latter than my soul going to hell. I think I want to suffer compared to not existing at all.
Strange isn't it.

You'd think I would be scared. Because of who I am...
Then came all the really weird stuff.

Somehow. I ended up in a computer lab. With blue lights. And as it turns out, it was a holding room before our souls would be reinjected into new bodies. Don't ask me how I know, I just did.

I say our souls because there were like people I knew with me. I think Dan was there. (Sigh. I can't escape even in my dream death) And some other people...
More weird stuff: we had to take a test. We had to locate our spectacles which were scattered among cotton wool (or mist?) that was on the computer lab floor. Many many pairs of spectacles. red, black orange... Oh. and we had to pick it up using only chopsticks.
And I was really slow at it (due to my spectacles being frameless and difficult to locate in the mist)... I ended up being last and panicky and all that... So I finally find it, head over to the door where I am handed a slip of paper with my newly assigned name (Some name starting with A), age (16), race (Malay!) and somehow PSLE score (horror: I got like 232).

Then I remember just coming into the world again. I was standing in some house. Someone called me to hurry so we could go out...
I looked down and I blacked out.

Then I woke up. And thank God I was still me. Still me.
I guess this means... uhm. I like myself? At least at a subconscious level.