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good death dream
I dreamt that I was in a village with very few people in it. I was able to explore and do as I liked, and the dream had the feeling of an old RPG at the stage where you're out exploring the world for the first time. In fact, it reminds me of my favourite part of my favourite game, Shadows of Darkness, when you're in the Moldavian town checking out the woods and people's secrets and breaking into the Thieves' Guild. I love to get to that stage of the game and never leave.
In the dream, I had gone into an old couple's home and somehow successfully completed a mini-mission there. As I finished (don't remember what it was), a carpet unrolled from their living room and out the door. I followed it to another house, much larger, abandoned. I climbed up the kitchen counter and swung the spice cabinet out from the wall, revealing a dusty elevator shaft going from the basement to beyond my vision.
I began climbing the shaft by working my way up wooden struts, which were old and rickety. It occurred to me that I might fall and die, but that this would be great. I would love to die doing something so wonderful as exploring and felt no angst whatsoever - in fact, it was a gift to die this way. Then it suddenly struck me that my family and friends (such as they are) would have no idea that it was great and would be incredibly sad. I had to get the message to them that everything was fine. But I couldn't, so I continued with my enthusiasm slightly, but only slightly, dimmed.
I wish this would really happen.
In the dream, I had gone into an old couple's home and somehow successfully completed a mini-mission there. As I finished (don't remember what it was), a carpet unrolled from their living room and out the door. I followed it to another house, much larger, abandoned. I climbed up the kitchen counter and swung the spice cabinet out from the wall, revealing a dusty elevator shaft going from the basement to beyond my vision.
I began climbing the shaft by working my way up wooden struts, which were old and rickety. It occurred to me that I might fall and die, but that this would be great. I would love to die doing something so wonderful as exploring and felt no angst whatsoever - in fact, it was a gift to die this way. Then it suddenly struck me that my family and friends (such as they are) would have no idea that it was great and would be incredibly sad. I had to get the message to them that everything was fine. But I couldn't, so I continued with my enthusiasm slightly, but only slightly, dimmed.
I wish this would really happen.
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