So I have received a dose of poison and I am slowly dying. My body is slowing down and seizing up. I can feel my muscles and joints hardening… Dying.
As I’m going, my father is holding me and I’m crying. I’m asking him questions. “Will I go to heaven? Tell [REDACTED] I’ll miss her.”
I can feel my body going, my vision fading. It’s all darkness.
I’m crying and I say “Oh Daddy…”
Then I die.
Complete blackness.
The next moment there is light and music. I can hear “Oscillate Wildly” by The Smiths. I look down at my feet. I’m standing on a tile floor. I look around.
The Grim reaper strolls by and says “Welcome to Hell… er, I mean Limbo. Sorry.”
I am in Hell. And Hell is a grocery store.
Shelves. Produce. Boxes. Sterile Muzak.
Instead of a shopping cart, I push a gurney. My body is stretched out on it.
I push the gurney up and down the aisles and the dream loses form…
[Note: Where I feel it is appropriate or relevant, I’ll include the names of people who show up in my dreams. In some cases, however, it may be prudent to redact these — as I’ve done here.]