Life and death of previous selves, pt. 2

A continuation of the previous post (it didn’t fully copy what I gave it)

So I had this dream where me and 500 other people see this astral phenomenon called a “box constellation” (it was literally cube shaped) and it meant that a select group of people were all chosen to die and ascend on the night the star appeared. We all look down at our forearms, and the vein line underneath the skin was glowing bright blue.

I was one of the people chosen to die.

Initially me and a friend were very nervous, but as I was living out my last few hours enjoying everything and everyone, I began to realize that maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

Soon, everyone starts slowly drifting away, and I had a vision of us being laid to rest in a valley full of flowers (and some sick headstones :)) and as the line on my arm became brighter, I soon joined my best friend as we laid to rest. I saw their motionless body, and as I drifted away, a sense of liberation came with me.

When we all came to, I could see everyone’s dead, unmoving bodies in an eternal rest

I felt a sense of freedom, from the burden of a body, where my soul and others souls could just freely exist and be part of the world around us fully. Life hadn’t left us, our souls simply transferred from one way of being to another.

I had no shadow, no reflection, and no footprints

I could stare into the sun for the first time

The process had begun…