Dream 17, last night

It began with myself and this person, a boy/man who was very important to me. I'll call him Adam. So Adam and I walked into a room that was like an auditorium. We had these staffs, everyone had staffs, and we sat down. A person came to the stage and instructed us to exchange our staffs for wands. As we did that, Adam and I vanished.

Either we had died before going into that room, or we had just died. At any rate, I felt a rising sensation and fog surrounded me. I looked down - Adam was rising with me, holding my hand. I could feel wind, but no dampness or cold.

We reached this room with white walls. There was a door in each opposite corner. On one wall, two ancient looking people stood, one a man, the other a woman. There faces had many creases and their eyes were open, but not blinking, not looking around. They were like statues.

In the center of the room, there was an old table made from a deep red wood. There was a hole in the center of the table, and two figures standing around the hole. They looked like little Buddha's, or elegant sumo wrestlers with more clothing.

Light streamed through a large window with no glass, although when we looked out, all we could see was that fog.

Adam, who seemed to know what was going on, whispered to me, "We have to wait for the statues to awake and determine we're reading to continue on. Then our figurines will fight, and the one that gets pushed into the hole first is sent through the corresponding door. If we want to go through together, both figurines have to push themselves in at the same time." Adam looked fierce, as though that's what he wanted. I wanted that, too.

It was a long wait, during which I realized this was heaven, and I had died. I cried some, because I knew that I most likely wouldn't go through the door with Adam. I'd never see him again. I would continue on alone.

Adam and I talked, but most of the time we stared at the figurines and the statues, thinking. Finally, after the longest wait I'd ever experienced, the figurines moved. They were ready to fight. The woman statue came to life, and signaled for them to begin.

It was very quick. Adam's figurine pushed mine into the dark hole. We would go on alone. The woman took my arm and led me to the door. I glanced back, the man was leading Adam through the other door.

We stepped into this elevator. I asked the woman, "Will I ever see him again?"

She replied, her voice surprisingly sweet and soft for her old age, "No, probably not."

"What will happen to me now?"

"You will be placed in a different dimension at the location you love best. It will be as if you never died. You will lead a near normal life, but you can do whatever you want."

I thought, California. That's where I want to go. Maybe I'll be able to see my family again.

"Your family does not exist anywhere. You won't see them again."

The elevator moved. My back hurt from the pressure of changing dimensions, I leaned back. "It hurts."

The old woman smiled. "Yes."

Instead of feeling depressed, I felt excited to be starting a "new" life, but with more experience than before. Adam was already fading from my mind.

The elevator stopped. I stepped out, into an old, crumbly building. There was a hallway, and either side were rooms. Half rooms, for one side of the wall was missing. People had hung curtains and cloth as doors to give themselves privacy. It was dirty. I turned around, more questions on my tongue. But the old woman was gone. I walked into the room I knew was mine. I tried to clean it up and hang a curtain, but there wasn't enough fabric. Hesitantly, I decided to see what type of people lived here.

to be continued.