so i was some time ago visiting an island where only monks live a truly vibrant place and as no transportations truly exist in that place i decided to take a road about 75 km crossing vertically through the forest instead of taking the normal path which was longer so i would have to wait two days for transportation.a course that enjoy a lot by feet started about 10 am and by 11 pm at the same day i decided that im tired of walking and i tried to find a place to sleep.So i found and old tractor and i decided to take a nap inside.about three in the morning without sleeping with my eyes closed i felt my body moving upwards andi saw the back side of a man dressed as a monk with his clothes torn apart and scars everywhere everything in a black background.I soon realized that the man was me.then he turned around and transformed into a shiny black skeleton with his teeth moving up and down.then i felt like im moving downwards and then i realized that i wasn't breathing with the sensation that my body is DEAD after some minutes i started breathing with the feeling of death which didn't abandoned me since then.
Any thoughts on this?
(apologize for the maybe bad use of english).