I could fly in my dream last night.
I know I’ve been flying in dreams before, but this was different. I had to flap my arms to climb up in the air and then use gravity to pick up speed.
It was the weirdest.
At one point in the dream, I decided to climb on top of a hospital and jump off. That was going to help me fly far and fast.
When I got to the top of the hospital, there were twelve patients standing up there. They had all come to the roof to commit suicide.
What was weird about this was that they weren’t planning on jumping off the roof.
They were going to put their heads in buckets of milk and drown.
Buckets of milk.
And they had to come up to the roof because the nurses were so attentive at this hospital that anyone attempting to milk-drown would be found and kept alive.
After explaining to me what they were doing, a really old patient asked me if I wanted to join them all. They had extra buckets and a lot of extra milk. She told me it would be “a lot more peaceful than it sounds.”
I pondered this offer sincerely.
I thought about it so intently that I woke up.
Then I just kept my eyes open, staring at the ceiling, thinking about those twelve patients.
Why did they want to commit suicide?
Why buckets of milk?
Why was I invited to join them?
Then I realized something that I will blame on dream-Jeffrey and not assume is true about real-life-Jeffrey: I never even thought about stopping them.
I only thought about whether I should join them or not.
Joining them meant I wasn’t going to get to jump off the roof and fly.
But maybe joining them meant I could find out what the next level of existence has to offer.
I may never know.
I just know that these twelve people were all perfectly ok with the decision they made, and they were kind enough to welcome me into their group.
I also know that even dream-Jeffrey is an overthinker.