non-lucid

I must have died and now I’m waiting for my turn to be reincarnated. It is a large hall, with arched glass ceiling and stainless steel structures. The ceiling is very high, perhaps a few hundred feet from the floor. The architecture is futuristic and has a bright, airy feel, much in contrary to the gothic themed stereotype. There is a long line of registrars, spaced sparsely and extends beyond sight. Each registrar has a desk and a computer, and a long line of people waiting for their turns. Once registered, the person enters the area behind the desk. There, some hundred feet away stands a tall glass wall that spans the entire length of the hall, which is again far beyond sight. At the bottom of the wall there are many evenly spaced vents. Leading to the vent is a small launching pad and a weird pod-like metal device parked on it. People are put into these pods and launched through the vents. Every one of them is screaming at the top of his/her lung, and I say to myself [B]I’d never do that[/B].

Apparently not all people are treated equal. Some are treated more like prisoners – register, put down fingerprint, escorted to the pods, tossed in, and BANG, shot into the void, leaving a long trail of scream behind. On the other hand, some are treated like VIPs. These lucky few get to wait in an area with sofa, and are gently guided to their inevitable fate. The nicest thing, however, is that you get to customize your reincarnation by filling out a form. There are many options such as nationality, appearance, family heritage, and gender. The choices vary among individuals, perhaps due to different karma levels.

Luckily, I get the nicer treatment. The aspect of being able to take on a different gender in the next life really intrigues me. After much thought, I choose to become a beautiful female (I’m a male in my late 30s).

At last it is my turn. I hand in the form and go through all formalities. I then walk past the desk and toward the launching pad. I pause briefly before entering the pod so I can see through the glass wall. I see heavenly sky, white clouds far down below, and millions of pods flying toward earth.

I settle into the pod, it seals and begins to slide slowly across the launching pad, building up momentum. Suddenly I feel regret. No, I don’t want to be a woman! Let me out you idiots! But too late -- With genuine adrenaline rush, I’m launched into air, shooting toward earth like a bullet. [B]I scream like a pussy and wake up in cold sweat[/B].