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fandomnumbergenerator) wrote2019-03-02 12:16 pm
fandomnumbergenerator) wrote2019-03-02 12:16 pm
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Dream journal 3/2/19
Last week I had a dream that when you die you go to a tiny windowless office that is packed with books and papers that represent all the shit you didn’t process during your life, and you can’t move on until you have done a sufficiently good job of self understanding.
In the dream I worked for an agency that had figured out how to talk to dead people and to get access to the research they were doing. The woman that I was working with seemed happy to help us— there was some idea that we were helping her get through her research faster. She gave me her semi-broken printer to take back to the living world with me and told me that there was useful information stuck in its print buffer.
I remember thinking that it was a good thing I was going through all my old journals to write my memoir, because that was that much less stuff I would have to go through in the afterlife.
In the dream I worked for an agency that had figured out how to talk to dead people and to get access to the research they were doing. The woman that I was working with seemed happy to help us— there was some idea that we were helping her get through her research faster. She gave me her semi-broken printer to take back to the living world with me and told me that there was useful information stuck in its print buffer.
I remember thinking that it was a good thing I was going through all my old journals to write my memoir, because that was that much less stuff I would have to go through in the afterlife.