I'm sitting in a sort of ski lodge in the mountains.
I'm just looking out the window at more beautiful mountains.
Sitting there, I just feel happy.
Then the scene changes and I'm at school, talking to my guy friend.
Then I go talk to my "best" friend.
She starts crying.
I ask her what's wrong and she points at my guy friend.
Then she explains how he likes me more than he likes her.
She's not used to it, because everybody likes her better than me.
So to try to get her to shut up, I try convinces her that he likes her more than me.
It doesn't work.
Then I'm back on the mountain.
But this time, I'm out in the snow.
I feel really scared and I feel something come up behind me.
Then it feels like a pressure it lifted off my head.
Then I stand up and look down and see my body, laying there lifelessly.
But my head is completely gone, and the snow is soaked with my blood.
I hear a roar.
Then I'm in my speech class, hiding in a bunch of blankets.
My speech teacher comes in with two tall (black) guys.
She's talking about how alot of people have been found ripped apart.
I shudder.
She looks down and sees me.
The other guys look down, and see nothing.
When they leave, I ask her why only she could see me.
She says it's because she has a gift, where she can see spirits.
I ask her what killed me, and she says something that resembles a dragon.
Then I'm off to find my Dad.
I'm crying uncontrollably now, because I know I will never be "real" again.
At least, not as myself (I believe in reincarnation).
When I find my Dad, I lose it even more.
I run into his arms and I'm having a panic attack.
He asks me what happened and I tell him: I died.
His face falls.
Then he just holds me in his arms and tells me everything will be alright.
Then my Mom comes in and asks whats happened.
We tell her, and then she starts crying, too.
Then my Dad is giving me all this stuff.
I tell him I don't need it, since I'm dead.
He tells me that's exactly why I need it.
Then a boat is being prepared.
My body is put into it, and a blanket over that, since I'm headless.
Then all the stuff is put into the boat.
It sort of reminds me of a viking ritual.
My Mom hugs me one last time and tells me everything will be fine.
Then my Dad says he's leading me & everyone else that died into the underworld.
In the dream, my Dad looks like a great viking warrior.
So we get in the line-up and I'm the first boat behind my Dad.
I'm really scared, but my Dad says I will be fine.
We're in a sewer with a strong current.
My Dad tells me to hold onto my boat, so I don't get lost along the way.
I look back behind me and see hundreds of other boats with people hanging desperately on.
I look in their boats and see their bodies, the eyes open, staring blankly ahead.
They're pale and their eyes are purple.
I feel sad and stunned.
I know they've died the same way I did.
Then we stop moving and I realize we're there.
I see a portal and I'm even more afraid.
I cling to my Dad and tell him I can't do it.
But he says I have to, and that my great-grandma is there waiting for me.
That makes me feel more confident.
My dad also says I'll be able to go to the viewing room and watch them if I'm feeling home sick.
That makes me cry again.
Knowing this will be the last time I'll get to talk to him, and that I've had my final hugs.
Then I go into the portal and see my great-grandma waiting for me, but she looks relatively young (for a grandma).
She smiles at me, we hug, and I realize my life's really just begun.