Dying Over and Over Again
A few years ago, I ‘died’ in a car crash. The last thing I remember was telling my brother to watch out. Then I felt extremely peaceful. I could see my body from the other side of the windscreen, and I began to panic. I started running through the forest on what felt like four legs with a pack of wolves. I heard a shot, then everything became black and I woke up on a beach. It felt like I was there for days. I escaped and then I was back with the animals but I’d either get killed by another animal or shot by someone, then back to the beach. Then one day, there was green smoke on the horizon and a voice saying, “wake up now if you don’t want to die.” It had been 3 weeks.