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Once I had a dream where I died and went to hell.
I was in some building and lots of people where in there, like an airport passport-checking place or something. Everybody was like 'oh boy oh boy we're going to die today!' or something but I was at the back of the line. By the time I got through, I followed the corridor through into another room where juice and cookies and little 'hello my name is:' cards were laid out on a table, but everybody had already been through and left- except for one person. I asked where everyone was and he said they'd already gone downstairs and outside to die.
For some reason in the dream I wanted to die like everybody else so I followed the guy out. He was dressed in winter clothes for some reason. We left the room and it got colder as we went down some stairs, through some doors (still getting colder) until we came to the bottom floor, where it was extremely cold- outside you could see some sort of antarctic setting. I followed the guy out through the doors and into the cold- it was horribly cold.
I watched him say 'this is how you do it- you won't feel a thing' before running down a jetty out into the icy water- he kept running down the jetty until he ran between two posts that had some kind of invisible death ray between them or something. His neck broke and he slipped to the ground, dead. I went after him, afraid to slip on the ice- I ran at the posts until I heard a click and everything went black. I saw myself in third person slip, dead with a broken neck, and roll off the jetty into the icy water.
I think I went to hell after this, because I dreamed of a chaotic city where there was an ongoing riot, the sky was on fire and there were monsters all around.
It really troubled me the whole day afterwards.
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