Alistair's Wonderland !

Entry #6 : I dreamt I died

08th October, 2025

I had a crazy dream when I napped after school. I dreamt that that school was in the evenings so I was picked up after dark. And some of my classmates were scared of walking home in the dark so I offered to drive them in my car. Eventually more and more classmates started going in my car, and we found a place to sit and talk after school.

It was on the steps of a closed shop, in some deserted alley. We would sit every night talking and telling stories, it was nice! One night, we heard this story about some teens who did the same thing, and a gang of wild people came and killed them when they went up the sand dunes nearby. We all wanted to see if their bodies were there, so we went up there. When we crossed the dunes, there was a big concrete place, almost like a military air base.

All of us fooled around at the concrete place, jumping and stuff. But some people came out of an abandoned looking house right when we were about to leave, telling us to stay and that it was alright. I sensed some bad vibes from them, and they were a little... weird, to be honest. I said to myself, 'Nuh-uh, they're on some texas chainsaw massacre shit..' and as soon as we tried getting away, they lunged at us with guns. I tried getting away, but I got shot in the head and everything faded to black very quick.

I couldn't see anything, but I still had some sense of things around me. I knew that I had died, but I couldn't really believe it. I didn't want to die because I was unsure I would make it to heaven. I remember thinking, 'If only I'd prayed just a little bit more.' I also felt bad for my parents because hearing news of my death must've been devastating to them. I saw my funeral, where my body was laid on the raised white marble floors of a mosque, with my family sitting on the floor in front.They were all dressed in white, but I couldn't see their faces because my soul was still attached to my body, so I could only see from that perspective. I remember hearing my parents cry, and weirdly enough, my aunt who I barely see (and who is honestly a little bit mean).

I felt bad seeing my dad cry because he never cries at funerals ever, not even at his close family member's. I remember wanting to tell my parents to not cry, and that I'm fine, I'll be okay. I'm not really gone anyway. But I couldn't open my mouth, only see around. I saw some people leaving my funeral because they were distant family I'd never really seen before.

After that, I remember floating beside my grave (underground), with one of the angels of the grave standing beside me beckoning me inside. They said I'd be laying in that tight plot for about 80 minutes or so (in terms of feeling, not real time) and then the Day of Judgement would begin. I did not want to go inside, because it was so tight and suffocating - like sitting inside a fridge. But still I had to go.

I woke up after that in a cold sweat, feeling like crying but no tears were coming out. I mostly just felt bad for my parents, really. I don't recall seeing any of my siblings at the funeral. I think maybe I should start praying again.