So I had this dream the other night. In the dream I was walking an aisle of a grocery story when unannounced to me there was burglary in progress near the front of the store. I surprised one of the gunmen and without hesitation he pointed the gun in my direction and shot, and a bullet hit me in the throat. I fell forward into the middle of a check out lane. While on the ground blood projected from my throat about two feet in front of me. The sight of the blood pooling in front of me immediately put me into a state of panic. No not shock, which I might rather have taken, but panic. Pain wasn't an issue, my panic attack wanted nothing to do with whether it hurt or not, but rather whether I was going to live or not.

My mind was accelerating in all directions. My family and friends would unfold in memory right before me, but at the same time my eyes concentrated on a US Weekly hanging loosely from a magazine rack, covered with faces I couldn’t quite make out. When nervous we usually zero in on a certain object and explore its idiosyncratic nature, and dying I would imagine would make everyone nervous to some degree.

What transpired next was a sudden shift to black. Everything was black. And there was no sound. I could no longer open my eyes to see the US Weekly, and I could no longer hear the robbers’ demands. But my state of consciousness was intact. I know so because I was still in that state of panic. Everything that I thought about before collapsed into one focal point. That point being me and me alone. Fear engulfed me. I was still in panic mode but now it was taken down to a slight whimper. I was no longer tense like I was when my eyes were open, but rather relaxed, still though, my mind was anxiety stricken. Then after a moment of pause I started to be aware of my consciousness, and how light weighted every seemed. I got so relaxed that it was as if I was lying in a bowl of Jell-O. It’s as if the road that got me there started on the top of a sky scraper that I was afraid to walk off of, but once I did I began to walk on air.

The comfort of touch and feel from someone you love ran through me, as if I was an infant being bathed by my mother in a sink. My consciousness was all I was aware of but it seemed to take on a physicality state. And it was a physical ecstasy I felt. An overwhelming sense of universal love took my anxiety away. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t alone in this darkness but rather that love elevated me to an incomprehensible oasis, inside and apart of this radiant aura of everything that is right and simple. This place had a consciousness and it was right there with me.

And that was when I was still in the dark.

Then I woke up, not to the sight of what I anticipated the oasis to look like, but instead the life I’m leading now.

And this is why I don’t fear death. Love is a word we can’t fully comprehend. We say “peace and love”, but we say the words loosely like we’re tossing around a football. Really mean it when you say it! “Peace and Love”, sure, but don’t limit it to one world and one world alone. When you say “I love you” to your significant other, to your child, say it knowing full well it will carry on into another world. And you won’t second guess this other world because you know it to be true, you know it so well it rubs down to your bone marrow. You need no explanation because you know the love for your significant other needs no explanation. Assess the word “love” and really find its longevity, its endless existence. And that is how you won’t fear death.

“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness, that we are all experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death. Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.” - Bill Hicks

Wake up. Open your eyes.

i do not fear death, for i will never die.

I'm going where 2Pac went

did i ever tell you guys my real name is Connor MacLeod?

Hello, Connor.

fucc death nigga

this is a serious post that will get no serious responses and perhaps nobody to read the entire thing

I didn't read all this.

this is a serious post that will get no serious responses and perhaps nobody to read the entire thing

Maybe he should have posted it in N&D then. It can somewhat fit the "debate" category.

this is a gay post that probably should never have been made

Gay? You're fuckin named parchy tell me that's not a queer name. Stop tryin' to start shit for no reason cockbag.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jammer.

can't even be real

this has been a tremendous turn of events

one day we'll just be posts on a server, probably lost to the great server fire of 2345

i read it all. in my opinion, once you faded to black, everything you felt/experienced was because of the dream. had you really been dying there wouldn't have been anything at all after a few mins. (again, imo)

interesting stories though