I learned that dreams can influence people a lot.
I do not wish to go into major detail about the dream I had last night because I do not want to remember it that much.
It was about a zombie invasion and there was no way out and I got infected. I had to say good bye to my family and my mother was crying for me, but I had to leave anyways. I sat down in a chair and awaited my fate. I might be atheist but I always tell myself to repent when I'm about to die just in case even though I believe in past lives and stuff considering energy just transfers. When I was dying I was thinking about how it would happen when I died, and when I finally past away everything was pitch black and it was like I was rollling on the ground. I could hear Satan's voice in my head and I don't remember what he said but it was something about me going to hell.
What does this have to do with the title you may be wondering? Well when I woke up I literally thought I was dead, I even walked around to see what Hell was like, and I thought, eh not bad. I didn't even think to do a reality check. You see I forgot that I fell asleep over someone else's house.
Even with this dream I don't think I'm going to become religious again, even though the dream scared me to death (no pun intended).
