Lives Lived

(As a note, I don't recall any time in the extended past having a dream where my own death occurred.)

Last night, I dreamt of my own death, in a fashion. Recall begins as an aerial overview of cars driving down a highway, where my vision is getting whiter and more staticky, thus more difficult to navigate through the curves, trees, and other cars. My center of awareness was still above the action, but at some point, the vehicle "I" was driving in crashed off of the side of the road.

The scene becomes closer and more detailed as my center comes down to inspect the site. The car had landed in a ditch, and a body had been thrown from it, to land face down in a small impact crater left in an area of soft earth and mud. I notice that it's my own body, due to my hair splayed all around my face and clothing. There is no outward sign of injury, but I know that this body is either empty, or close to losing its connection. It was then that I realized I was in spirit form, looking at my own dying body.

As I stepped closer, I came to see that two silent men were standing near my body, watching the entire scene yet impartial to the action. Also, a wolf-like creature (grander, with a more pronounced snout and gentle grace) lay atop my body, seeming to guard, cradle, and at the same time somehow be connected to it. I realized that, in order to save my body, I would have to interact via the wolf, who looked at me with a bittersweet cast in its eyes.

I looked to the men, and saw that they had backed off slightly, but were still watching. Much like referees, or judges. I moved the wolf off of my body, and told it to do something to help, to no avail. I became incensed, knowing that none of them were going to help me resurrect myself and, if this were allowed to happen, I would in fact lose my connection to my body and die. I turned to my body, still cradled in the earth but now facing upwards, warm but lifeless. I could not interact with it, or assume its essence into my own.

In a final effort, I began to beat the ground next to the prone wolf, who now seemed slightly smaller, with energized fists that sent shockwaves of power where they landed, while projecting in a clear and demanding voice that "No. I will not die. I am not done yet. My work is not done."

With this final salvo of energy, the scene around me began to fade out, and I felt the warm confines of my body wrap back around me as I returned to it, waking gently in my bed.