In my dream I fell from the top of this 6 story building, but inside the building, which was shaped like a hexagon. I went into a coma, and as I was in this coma I saw my friends and people in my life go on and move on- things changed and people changed.
Then I woke up. I was in Boston but the city looked darker, almost like a Gotham sort of thing. I was wearing everything I remember wearing when I died. In the room when I woke up was a friend (I won't say who) and he led me out of the hospital into his dorm room. When his roommate found out he flipped because apparently I wasn't supposed to leave and everyone knew I was supposed to be kept under strict supervision at all times.
I had my phone and needed to call everyone to tell them I'd woken up. But when I tried, most people's numbers had changed and I couldn't reach them. When I did reach some people, they weren't that excited, or they were but they sounded different, older, more run down.
This feeling of dying- the fact that I was out of life for a year and a half, was so strange. It felt like I was disconnected from society and all my friends for so long, and I didn't know how to react to that. I asked someone if things changed drastically after I died, and they said not really- some people handled it pretty badly, and others were ok and moved on. There were all these posts on my facebook wall of everyone ever, recording videos, writing messages, saying they missed me and everything.
And it was almost as if I liked the fact that I missed so much. That I could be disconnected for so long and come back and feel as though I was alone, but in independence. My friends needed me, and I was in their life at one point, and then I fell 5 stories and then I wasn't.
Weirdness.
