I have been pondering and wondering about life.
I had a strange dream of death.
I was looking in the mirror and saw someone with a cute face slouched, staring blindly in the reflection. Further behind me was some noise made by some lady talking loudly. I wondered how come nobody seem to recognise me or see me. I concluded I must be dead. I was very happy that at last I was free from my body.
My spirit started soaring and I was around some colourful roof tops of buildings. It was a great feeling.
I thought to myself, that I must have had a heart attack while asleep. I then decided to go back home to have a look to see how the matters were. Based on my reading on astral travels, I thought of my address back home. (I needed to travel using my thoughts as there was no other way to wind through the buildings from above.)
Ah sure enough I suddenly woke up.
What a disappointment I did not hang around longer. Next time round I will not think of home.
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