These dreams weren't bad or scary, weirdly enough, but I guess the threat seems so far away to someone who hasn't been directly affected. Or maybe my brain just wanted to be nice to me. We will never know.
The first dream is very blurry and even was so the day I originally wrote it down, but the second one is still very vivid.
In the second dream I was aware that I had died before and I was fine with it. The people around me even agreed. People were posting memes on instagram, finding comfort in all of us dying and I remember making a post asking people to comment things they were never able to say to their loved ones.
No one was crying, no one was panicked. My sister and I even joked about using our money differently in the next life. My family and I held hands upstairs. There was a moment of us giggling together and we were gone.
This is obviously not how it would go, it's a weirdly censored, romanticized version of the real thing, but it put my mind at ease. I'm grateful it wasn't the way it would've been in reality. I woke up feeling weird, but not upset.
